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Nov 2011
Is every word you say a lie?

Every moment we spend together truth?

Cause all I see sitting here

is someone hurt, then someone oblivious.

One person sits at their computer,

looking and waiting for the online green.

Eyes droop, ***** sweat,

hair frizzes, nails chip.

One lives their life in denial,

not caring what the other feels.

Money spent, laughs heard,

gas burned, not a thought.

This is hurt

This is aggravation

This is disbelief

This life
Amanda Blake
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Amanda Blake
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