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Jan 2015
The words are not enough,
they're bleeding out,
and
disappear.
The actions stay,
they make their mark
into my skin,
my mind.
It's all for nothing unless you
let it shine.
Unless there is a hand to hold,
Unless you're not alone,
there is nothing left to find.
Melissa Ann
Written by
Melissa Ann  23/F/LaSalle
(23/F/LaSalle)   
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