miranda-brushett

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sea of hateYour words feel like knives, my tears burn my skin when you speak. / Your face stares me angry in the eye's but I can't pull myself away. You've become who you dread, and I'm starting to dread you too. I've grabbed your hand, and I try to hold on tight but your letting go. Trust is a must, but baby trust is running away. I'm scared of you, I'm lost in my thoughts of what to do. I want to run from you, get away from the feelings you inflict on me. You push me and you pull me. You blame me, stop trying to tame me. / I am my own person.

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Apr 18, 2011

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