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I was a...

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�� pessimist blamer � � � �
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�� I grew up alone, parents abandoned me � � � �
�� was always the song, in my playlist � � � �
�� I spoke a different language, in a closed society � � � �
�� been mocked for that and forced to forget it completely � � � �
�� so much hatred, bottled up inside me � � � �
�� so many to blame for the anger thrived in me � � � �
�� I blamed my parents, blamed my teachers � � � �
��blamed my church and blamed some preachers � � � �
while I was busy being a pessimist blamer � � � �
my life was heading towards a hot glowing flamer � � � �
��five days just sit and staring at a screen � � � �
�� two days to wash and burn all the green � � � �
�� the cycle rolled along for a fifteen years � � � �
�� and you wake up one day to face your own fears � � � �
�� then you make amends, and ask for forgiveness � � � �
�� then you forgive yourself as your father does no less � � � �
�� you see the light again as the rain clouds disappear � �
�� as you walk in the dark brighten your path with a flare
�� and now there is a white cloud over my head always � � � �
�� to save me from all the troubles in my ways� �
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