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see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

I look down at my slender hands,
Hands that have held so many hearts,
And clenched fist that have crushed them,
I look down at my slender hands with disgust,
I look at my peach lips,
Lips that have spoken lies,
Lips that have faked many smiles,
I look at my peach lips with disappointment,
I stare into my stormy eyes,
Eyes that see past looks,
Eyes that can’t lie like my smile,
I stare into my stormy eyes with understanding,
I try to find myself inside my head,
My mind filled with depressing thoughts,
My mind; hopelessly confused,
I try to do what I think is right.




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