This isn't all my fault
Life is full of blame
I will take my share of it
And that is all I'll claim
The things some people do
I cannot think are right
I wonder how they live with it
And how they sleep at night
It isn't all my fault
I stumbled and I fell
But he can take his share of blame
Or he can go to Hell.
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All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
