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Jun 2011
My friends are only skin deep.
My skin is tainted.
Tainted with regret and memories filled with sadness.
The sadness and memories come forth as ink.
Ink that i hate and makes me hate myself.
I, me, myself has become a monster of skin deep friends.
Any deeper is just pain.
joe maddox
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