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By look how pretty she is when she falls down...

The words that swim around you head like a goldfish in a week, they’re dead Only pictures keep them a lie or reading books to drowned your mind ‘N fill this heart with wood and nails never building ‘cuz you know you’ll fail And write these words on your wrists - cannot hear them your in bliss Know the answers and play the games winners don’t question and losers are lame Put the bandage on your cut reveal the message conceal the hurt Unimportant and standard form use the pattern to have the norm Everyday is another face staying behind the exact same pace

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October 5, 2005 11:36Finding Myself♥♥

different, in a gd way, but cool. i like it. thanks for commenting.

October 6, 2005 10:18Preston

I kept rereading reveal the message, cover the hurt. I like it somehow. Good poem.

lost love: thanks for the comment

preston: glad you like it, thanks for the comment :)

October 18, 2005 17:43~*PuRely*DeVine*~

i have never cut myself to ease the pain...but i know someone who has and in some kind of way i can relate..wonderful..