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If Only

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If only you knew,
How many times I've bled,
The lies I've told
Countless times,
This skin's been shed.
Once the pen's to the paper,
It can't be erased
Only blotched
Or smeared
But,oh, what a waste.
If only you knew,
The emotions being poured out
The ink that stains this paper
Forms the words
I can't say out loud.





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