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Guilty


Wasted time, Nothing’s done.

Multiple crimes and a loaded gun.

Point it to my head, pronounce me dead.

Too much to fear. The end of life is

Coming near. Fear of your guilt won’t help

Me Grow. Everything that was built will

Fall to ashes. Last statement of my life

Will be the beginning of a way to fight.

To fight this struggle, to fight the pain.

I don’t care. I wonder why they say I’m

Vain? Always worried about others, now

It’s time for me to shine. Five course meals,

And the finest wine. You’re so guilty its

Legal. Why pressure yourself to go on? Every

Word spoken from your mouth is foreign. Lies,

Where’s the truth? I at least deserve to know.

You’re so guilty it’s legal. That’s a pitiful shame.

Walking away from the crime you call fame……

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merridonna
<p>yo u pretty dope</p>
dajah2014
<p><span style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,cursive;">I Love This Poem !!!! RIParidise Trayvon Martin <img alt="heart" height="20" src="http://www.powerpoetry.org/sites/all/libraries/ckeditor/plugins/smiley/images/heart.gif" title="heart" width="20" /></span></span></p>

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