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Mar 2013
These hands hold up nothing but scars underneath
From swimming these oceans and learning to breathe*
I don't need you as much as you think you need me
I'm not the knight you want
I have no shining armor. You see,
When the best part of you was always me
What will you expect from this life when I pick up and leave?
I've been doing a lot of guided writing. They will not be edited and i will post all of them as is so if they **** or make no sense bear with me it's all part of the process. The part in italics is a line from somewhere else I ripped randomly and built off of. I would love feed back on them. More pieces like this to come!!!
Jay Forrest
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Jay Forrest  South of Nowhere
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