Fools flock of the same feather

 

 
 
go left  says one
go right said another
but no compromise come inbetween
 
i hate u on spits
go ahead the other says back
is this what we end up as 
 
like a broken glass we try so hard to fix the wrong we've done in our lives but it just keep breaking 
and breaking 
and breaking 
 and you think to urself why did this happen
You look around for someone to blame 
but all that appears is a mirror..
 
Its funny how fools flock from the same feather.
but cant see to find anyone but themselves 
 
 
-ky_rose
 
 
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