This is for him

December 5, 2012
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In the cold, I can't hide
the jagged white lines of my pain
glare from my skin and shout out
their existence to all those who
come and then go
away I shout the whisper
but they don't listen
to my soul please and
hear the truths I cannot tell
me you love me and maybe
you can save me.

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