July 28, 2009
By Hannibal GOLD, Chelsea, Michigan
Hannibal GOLD, Chelsea, Michigan
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I can see
But it is like seeing through a veil
Or snow
For when you tell me something
The real message is shown not through your words
But your past and future alike
Reasons never clear to me
And neither are your motivations
But i know that deep down inside
If anyone is going to misunderstand you
I'm glad it's me

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