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Aug 2014
To know the pain is the most beautiful curse.
I have seen it everyday.
In the mirror.
In the glass.
In the windows that I pass.
To feel the pain is the most wonderful curse.
I have never hated someone so much.
I see her everyday.
In the mirror.
In the glass.
In the windows that I pass.
To see the pain is the most perfect curse.  
I have never wanted something so bad.
I see it everyday.
In the mirror.
In the glass.
In the windows that I pass.
To taste the pain is the most excellent curse.
I have worked for this.
I see it everyday.
In the mirror.
In the glass.
In the windows that I pass.
To hear their pain is the most horrible curse.
I never meant for this to happen.
I don't see her anymore.
Not in the mirror.
Not in the glass.
Not in the windows I don't pass.
To be in pain is a curse, but to feel nothing is even worse.
anna victoria
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anna victoria  South Carolina
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