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Burning
Bridges
From here to there, I walk in despair; from the looks you gave
me. Well you don’t care. Your feelings—bare. Except
for the grudge you have on me. Hatred is our wall of silence.
It keeps control of verbal violence. You’d rather never
known or met me, than feel the pain of our bad history. Your
ignorance, No benevolence; have left cataracts in your eyes.
For ever on you’ll wish me gone and believe your self-told
lies. No one wants a trampled path behind them, which then makes
looking forward seem all dark and grim. But we all want everyone
to like us; the bridges that you burn can make you ache within. |
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