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From my hide i hear voices,
They're mine alone,
I can hide no longer,
The voices speak they're (their) own tone,
I have to drop my disguise, and my blame
Cause i know,
you're just playing you're (your) game.
Theres (Their's) a stop to where i walk,
You fell too hard,
to know the lenght (length) or the speed.
I'll dry my tears,
but they're not for you.
You're just playing your game,
you know i've done too.
My disguise, it was you.
The blame and the truth,
The stars in the sky,
the story of the youth,
You dried my tears,
with the softness of your hand,
I remember the game,
and where it began.
Whats (What's) begun can never stop,
they say,
What is unfortuned cant (can't) have luck,
they blame,
You're on your knees telling them you're not,
the one that made me play your game.
I should've waited,
and seen you cry.
I liked the last line. It seemed to sum up the rest of the poem.
Good job.
Gail
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