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Slowing down, my actions become known to me.
No way no how, could I have been so blind to see, what Ive become.
Take away, I never was meaning to do,
and pleasing you, was all I ever wanted to.
So break me down, that I might understand.
I know youre looking down on me
and it must hurt to see all that you see, your love remains the same.
Take for granted, everything that you have given never again,
I wont remain the same.
One more chance, though given not always received.
And growing numb, to guilt is often done with ease.
My conscience, whats left fades away.
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