There's no way I can do this anymore,
There's no hope left, but of that, out the door,
Too many times, I've cause you pain,
Always at the loss, that's no ones gain,
If I could, I'd leave today,
I've lost everything, thrown my chances away,
What can I do? I'm killing myself,
No one can save me, no one can help,
I can leave all my dreams to rest where they're lain,
No fingers to point; mine is the blame.
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Blame can never settle in one place for long Autum Foster! It usually spreads widely, after all, to be blameless, is to be a saint and there are not many of those awarded. A beautiful write. Out the dorr, really caught my imagination, because not the door is open, fresh air will clear your view...it is the oxygen you see! lifts our spirits amazingly. Smiling at you Tai, early to bed, early to meet the son's rise