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Jan 2010
my feet are trapped beneath  the sand your name is what pulls me under
Like a drug i cant get enough of, I'm addicted to the way you make me feel
Words i wish i could say seem always caught in my throat.
Always stepping on nails my emotions are bleeding all over the floor
Stupid pointless protest really don't make me feel empowered
hot tears stream down my melting face
I look down at my stomach that constantly aches
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