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You’ve searched for me from coast to coast, but I’m gone like a ghost. How terrible it must be to lose all the things you’ve lost and never once stop to think you’re the one at fault. Your foundation began to crumble and fall, and you began to curse me for all the things that’s happened to you, the alcohol, your broken home and child abuse. But I’m not your father or your mother either, and when you wake up, I’m not going to be here any longer for you to push around, strip me of my self-confidence, and stomp me into the ground, because I’m tired of listening to the excuses you hide behind so you can use people according to your pleasure until they can’t take it anymore, or you’ve had your fill. They call you a hurricane who leaves a path of destruction in your wake, a land of crumpled bodies, torn spirits, destroying everything you can’t take. But my life will be the one thing you won’t be able to steal so get out of my head so I can heal. © EXCEL 194 11/7/02; 11/8/02
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