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I AIN'T BLIND

Since all the hate

Has resolved and died,

I can't seem to come up

With anything to write,

It was my escape goat

A way to be free,

Free from the 2 faced backstabbers

That seemed to surround me,

The days flew by

And, the months turned to years,

Haunted by my wrong-doings

Mishap's and fears,

And the other day 

I received another blow,

Did I have it comein?

I guess so,

Was it fair

Not by my score,

The way I see it 

Your the same trifilan whore,

That you was 

In 2010,

The same coniveing ass bitch

That pretended to be my friend,

You really are

A fine piece of work,

And in the game of deceit

You don't come up short,

That's for sure

Your magnificent in all your design,

Always prepairin for a counter 

And staying a step behind.