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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Blind pride

Soft tears slip down inside holed up unescapeable. Nothings changed. The same look and hint the same glance and shift away. You asked, the only one I wanted to and you did, but she called you back. Dog to her side and I was still the same. The only one who could tell. So I'll go again and hide. Maybe one day these scars will show but for now they're hidden in darkness.

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