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Jul 2013
The irony of burying
your best friend's
skeleton underneath
a mound of dirt
and calling it respect.

The reality of letting
go of the one person
who ever meant
anything to you
and calling it love.

The pain of reliving
and criticizing
every thing that
you've ever done
and calling it the past.
Written by
Annie  California
(California)   
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