Truth Hurts, by bedazzled
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Tear the words into pieces,
Hide each scrap of hurt,
Eliminate the record,
Tarnish the silence with dirt,
Run from every painful breath,
Undo each threaded tear,
Turn away from each shard of ice,
Hold as much reality as you can bear,
Hurry back to your world of scars,
Umbrella solidity from fear,
Reassure yourself 'it'll be okay',
Tell yourself that you don't care,
Surrender as you realise that to breathe you still need air. |
Posted: 2006-06-21 06:15:11 UTC |
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