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Feb 2014
and all of a sudden
everything's gone
the magic, the bliss, the innocence

I turn to you and smile
there's little else to do

I pretend that it doesn't matter
that I don't feel physically sick

and yet all I see is red

my mind mutters bitter "I told you so's"
while I smile through gritted teeth
and bite my tongue

thanks.
Jack Jones
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