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Feb 2011
I know that I can't define the word sanity..
It's never been a part of me,
not sure when I started to slip away,
I wish I could stay,
but the bleeding takes me, takes me away...
and the color in my eyes,
the blue is grey,
And the red in my cheeks,
long since slipped away...
I'm not sure what my mind has to say,
For the consequences my heart has to pay..
Tiffany Bourlet
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