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By Zanna •

I feel the pain It rises in me The hot anger The cold hate, never free I absorb the pain Don’t let it out It will consume me Until I shout I ignore the pain But still it comes Where from? I don’t know I can’t tell I see the pain I look at myself It reaches for me I need help But now the pain It calls to me The pain in my heart Now I see

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July 2, 2006 21:28 Kirsty (living in the light)

See again, it captures how I feel, you definately have a gift. Keep going. Luv, joy peace, kirsty x p.s you can excell