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By <font color="purple">so_close_but_yet<font color="yellow">so_far •

I don't know you. But you seem to know me. When you look at me, You see my core, My soul, You know my secret, You see through my clothes. You see the scars. You know who made those marks. You feel sorry for me. You know what its like. I ask you what that thing on your hand, You say its just a scratch, But DUDE, THATS NO SCRATCH, Thats a freakin' knife, I KNOW THE DRILL!

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September 5, 2005 17:18**EMOTIONALLY INEPT**

WoW! I like

September 14, 2005 20:44a rose by any otha name

good stuff, keep up the good work, you write with a uniqueness

October 1, 2005 18:56so_close_but_yetso_far

thnx!

October 21, 2005 02:37ill haven

holy cow you put a bunch of stuff in a comment on my poem "One"
wow