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Miranda Brushett Apr 2011
Your 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.
All thats left is a slight amount of love.  
Catch me, reel me in save me from drowning in your ocean of hate.

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