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Feb 17
"coward" slips through your furrowed lips,
dripping with disdain.
I don't blame,
you for it.
It stings still,
the way only truth can.
It clings to my mucked-up mind,
filthy with guilt and shame.
Again, I don't blame,
you for it.
Did Mr. Hyde face the consequences of Dr. Jekyll?
I'm Mr. Hide.
Can't two face, my mistakes.
bekka walker
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bekka walker  MT
(MT)   
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     fizbett, rick, girlrinth, Liana and Asher
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