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Oct 2012
My perception is going now,

It seems as if I can't hear a sound.



Cars fly past me, I'm still here,

from the moment that you left me, dear.



I'm screaming and no one can hear me,

everything I thought was wrong; completely.



All your lies all falling around your feet,

Even your façade every time we would meet.



Why would you lie so explicitly?

Was I so blinded by emotion that I couldn't see?



I guess you lied when you said "I love you too."

Now here I lay, bruised and scarred;



No one can stitch these fatal wounds.
Kittridge James
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Kittridge James  Olympia. Washington
(Olympia. Washington)   
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