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Oct 2013
The hurt that I face is nothing to you
Soulless, cold,and so abused...

little do you see
and little do you know
the hurt that is inside when you face me

the grief....
the treachery....
is all that you give me

no love and no trust
only the hurt that always seems to find my face....
Missblackraven
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