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Sep 2011
Tell me how -
     How you feel, are you afraid?
I am, afraid -
     Afraid of what you start to mean.
Rip me up -
     It's a price I've already paid,
I dare you -
     The scars are there as proof.
I refuse to cry -
     For what are tears? I bleed inside.
Marguerite Christine
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