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Jun 2013
****** and burned,
I walk on.
These lifeless eyes,
I continue to stare.
And these cold hands continue to scribble.
These lifeless letters don't stop the shaking,
The shaking induced by the fear of myself.
Life passes by,
And I let it.
Before it does I look away,
To hide those pain-streaked cheeks.
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