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Some words just dont come out right, they stick in the air like a mess you can't clean. No eraser for your chalk, no white-out for your mistake...it stains your eyes of a bad memory, washes your ears with insults from a constant reminder. You bathe in it's presence, under it's watchful eye that laughs, in tears of remorse...you cry. You dont cry for sympathy, not for help...but for the person

you've hurt....
the one you loved....
the only important person in your life....

you let them go.

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27th-Jul-2005 12:22 am(no subject)
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