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February 20, 2009
By Anonymous

I just don't understand
The concept of which you speak
Because every time you look into my eyes
I look away
The few seconds I take to look back seem endlessly filled with words
Yet none are transferred
But the thing I always see when I look back into your eyes
Is the hollow hole you've made of me
And it expands more and more every day
Because as I surface more to you
I drown from reality
I can see what its doing to me
But I can't stop it
Because maybe its not meant to be stopped
But after I think that
I start to think about the first day we met
How you told me I was beautiful like a play acted out
Center stage
But the curtain falls eventually
And I realize maybe it wasn't meant to be started

The author's comments:
Everyone is entitled to a little peace.

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