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Broken promises Forever creating hope Lying to my face. Treating me like a dope Dad’s constant lies Tales of a life more grand However this life Is miles from where I stand Yearn to be told the truth Not live a life of fabrication But the society full of lies Leads to social isolation All I want is some certainty from him To know where I stand Maybe if I was more sure of life I’d drop this knife from my hand Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 21 2001 05:13 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Broken promises..."