February 11, 2008
By Kendall Hughes, Veedersburg, IN

his mind is a traitor,
crimes locked in the dark,
crying for the light,
and yet he is a criminal,
he lied to me about everything,
he thought he knew me,
and now i can clearly see,
i did not know him,
did you lie about loving me,
that four letter word means nothing to me,
now that your gone,
i told you that you were far away,
i said it to your face,
and yet you've only gotten farther,
i sit here in my room,
a blade so sharp,
it defies ripping me open,
like what you've done to me,
i have nothing to worry about anymore!

Was Sincerely Yours

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