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Thieves

picture this:

its like a robbery but instead of your home

its you.

not material things. Money, gold, and jewels

dont matter.

what they want is your happiness and joy

your life.

they gain hold of you and dont let go until

they win.

you begin to forget what it feels like to feel

your numb

they dont take everything though, one things left

your mind.

its the best weapon they have, you destroy yourself

from inside.

you end up a lost cause

broken.

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May 26, 2013
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