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It

it’s cold

it’s bitter

it’s emotionally detached

it’s jagged

it’s stained

it’s cut into... deep.

 

it knows just how to turn into you

it wont hesitate to unlock your past

it can show you your future, no matter how bleak.

 

it can’t forget the past is real

it has no secrets, deception for these would tear this down

it never forgets, these choices were made by me

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brady-johnson
American
Published
Feb 2, 2012
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