April 16, 2009
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Bruises under your skin
Broken bones unseen
Your unseen, untreated
Sorry, I feel, not for you
For the ones who have the self pitty
The hatred for themselves
The horrendous dreams you dare to dream
Flashing visions of the norm
Life you can not have, your are not entitled
Questions floating in the air
You cannot breath
You’re slowly dying
And I’m watching

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