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Feb 2014
hands clutching
pencils with
a firm grip
bent over my
black notebook
and suddenly
i find myself
thinking about you
and i cannot help
but cry right now
the tears keep falling
but i brush them away
and try my very best
not to show my
inner struggle
my battle of pain
Violet
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Violet  inside an ocean of pain
(inside an ocean of pain)   
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