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Sunday, January 2, 2005


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the words you speak so untrue the lies you promise piercing my heart like a thousand knives time after time again and again i resort to my pad and pen holding the pen like i hold my life fear of you and the pain you put me through i keep to myself like a doll on the shelf anandoned in a corner covered in dust so hard to say good bye i dont know why i love you so much i start to cry tears trickle down my cheeks like a popsickle melting in the warm summers heat my soul lets out a screeching wail in despair pain washes over me so overwhelming confusion wraps around me and sweeps me off my feet like a seasonal breeze that wraps around you and just as this poem is coming to an end i soon let go and drop the pen

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