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Jul 2010
You creep up and peek at my swollen eyes
Wordlessly telling me how it’ll all be “okay”
Take that knife right outta my back,
Kiss my forehead and pretend to stay.

Live life like it’s the game you so craftily steer
What’s yours is mine, you plead?
I cannot help if you refuse my offer,
It is such a sad life, my dear.

When you run away, the light you seek will vanish.
Dance in a world you created all your own
The music stops- you panic.
You always were a dreamer.
Written by
Lindsey
500
   Eliana
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