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Feb 2013
it burns,
but it doesn't leave

I wish it would
as I think back to what I could have done
what would have happened if I listened.

it still burns,
I can't understand the pain
I don't see the pain

I saw the smile
I guess that was fake as well.

it burns,
as it fills up my eyes

daring to spill
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Sarah  nyc
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