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Oct 2010
I fake it from the start
always turning off my heart.
It makes things easier that way.
At least for as long as you stay.
Emotions blocked off like a dam
til I start to lose who I am
No catcher in the rye
to keep my lonely life from slipping by
the watchers only wait to see
if anything is left of me
or if it vanished in the silent stream.
Only to be found again in someone's dream,
Or Nightmare of what they might become
if they can't forgive them-self for what they've done.
Written by
Mark Rossol
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