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Nov 2013
All of these eyes are looking at me,
waiting for the right time to pounce.
I no longer have protection.

Or is it peace of mind

My heart has been hammered into a hundred pieces,
and nobody is picking them up.
I just want someone to feel bad for me I guess.
How pathetic of me.

Don't you want to stay?
Kaitlin Frost
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