Treasure Island

Garrett Nakai


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Story Of Our Lives.You Can Never Take What's Mine.Even If You Tried.Now
All I'm Reduced To Is Cries.Of Sorrow And Pain.I Don't Know What More To
Gain.I Don't Want To Be The Same.You Know My Name.I'm The One To
Blame.Not You.You Know This Is True.I Just Hope You Knew.That I Feel So
Blue.My Heart Sank Like A Rock Put Into A Tank.We Are What We Make.I'm
Sorry For This Anger I Produce.I Don't Want To Be Reduced To The
Noose.Now I Have To Choose.Left Or Right.I Hope To See You Soon In My
Sight.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 06, 2013

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Painful Memories Bring Such Harsh Words And Feelings.

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