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Apr 2014
Blurred
Blurred,
like the lines covering your eyes
Blind,
like the rage growing within me.

Our souls have never matched,
maybe we're just too much alike.

Or maybe, just maybe,
you don't want them to.
#sad #dad #agry
Written by
Ellen Claassens  Holland
(Holland)   
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