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Aug 2012
Am I really as beautiful
As you tell me I am?
That it is a sincere hand
Who wipes away my broken tears?
It's hard to believe in love
When so called truths
Burn so easily to unforgiving lies
After all my painfully long years
To trust again
Brings memories I cannot face
Battles I have lost
And decisions that can't be erased
So why do you try?
Firing your measly arrows
And scaling my infinite walls
Can't you see there's nothing left to love?
Purple Book
Whitney
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Whitney
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