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Oct 2011
The darkness is blinding,
the memories are flashing
before your eyes.
The silence is deafening,
the disturbing images
are polluting your mind.
"I know how you feel"
No you don't,
you couldn't possibly.
Give me not your sympathy,
your artificial kindness.
I can't take your *******,
your empty words mean nothing.
Mariah H
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Mariah H
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