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Feb 2014
Look inside myself
to find
what is decaying me,
rotting me,
eating at my soul.

Rid myself of it.
Rip it from it's home
where it has become
so comfortably warm.

But once I find it;
rationalize with
whatever it may be.

Once I know
what hides within me;
if I let it go,
I'll surely feel worn
and even without it
I'll always be torn.

*k.d.
Sad Girl
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Sad Girl  28/American
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