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I saw my better half,
the better half of a decade,
slip through my hands
inside her hands
inside my pockets.
When she reached for her advantages
I should have done something.
I saw my baby boy
digging his own hole,
keeping alive family traditions.
When he lied about intentions I
I should have done something.
Well, I blame myself for everything,
it keeps my conscience clean.
I've got bandages to prove it.
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