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Aug 2011
This old mask I wear
has worn thin,
I'll make another one
just to let it decay again.
I take a breath
and let it go
just like I took him in
to only know,
she said let him go.
Everything good
just is taken away
from me,
and that's all I've got to say.
It's so close to me
yet so far away.
My dear, sweet,
sharpened razorblade.
Let the blood drip
till it stains the floor.
"When it rains...
...it pours."
Help me savior,
help me friend.
I've got to ask,
is this my end?
I give up,
yet hope once again
till the day comes
where hope is taken.
Hoping for the hopeless
will only tear
exactly what you're trying
to repair.
You can't mend a life
of hopeless dreaming.
You can only destroy it
till your heart stops beating
Kelsey Peyton
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