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Oct 2013
All I see is truth,
through these eyes,
I have grown so strong,
I see through lies.

Tonight this pen talks,
Here I am.
And this strength grows,
Did you see it fly?
Did it help you grow?
That's the idea,
Behind those words,
Did you catch your breath?
Did you grow?
When you fell so fast,
So low,
That's what it's for
To climb, and cry,
And go so far, again
And over,
My friend
Those ****** hands, wash clean
But scars build, up your sheen,
Your gloss, your lovely eyes,
Are not lost.
Though you wallow, in pain
Nothing you do,
Is for naught,
as sunshine, follows rain
ponny jo
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