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Nov 2011
2.
My eyes will be heavy,
My body lay still,
The pain in my chest
Douses flames with my will.

You do not know
Of that I've made sure
So your image of me
Remains untainted and pure.

If you tore me apart
And looked from inside
You'd see pain and disgust
Embarrassment and pride

So please leave me be
Written by
Shashy Quinn  31/F/Ireland
(31/F/Ireland)   
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