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Feb 2013
my eyes covered in a glossy cloud
asking for forgiveness
can't see straight, don't feel right
reality is slipping through my finger
tips, finger prints show my identity
isn't real
escaping the pain that severs my skin
I become numb
no longer can I feel the soft tear drops trail
down my rosy cheeks
Aime Worcester
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Aime Worcester
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   Glayz Welch
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