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The Problem
Point the finger at the blame
It doesn't always go away
I'm left behind, I'm catching up
Not always willing it's here alone
Feed me hazy, feed me black
Your tapping wrong, your feeding defeat
Your mixing in what's already been taken out
Its me, Its you, Its him
You're following a dead maze I say
It doesn't always turn the right way
But the problem is here, it's darker than devil
The drugs I take feeding to you
The eyes that turn are all on you
The problem is you, immunity doesnt come
to refuge from the storm
good poem! i liked it very much.
keep on writing
and bless u Allah
ilhomboy