September 17, 2009
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I. Such a short word for a thing so vast.
To you I am quiet, subdued, held within.
My surface is glassy, disguising my past.
But inside, beneath the comfortable layer of skin, my soul roil and bubbles like a volcano spewing ash. My mind is polluted with fears and doubts, and loathing of my ugliness completes my stash.

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