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Fresh wounds of recent realization conjoined to the weathered scars of regret. Gashes opposing multitude, otherwise deep while of illest intent. Wounds forged by life itself. A blade driven home by the flick of a loose tongue concealing words unspoken. Scars held past vision. Rather a mental centerpiece Hardly recognized yet stationed in plain sight. Evident only to the scrutiny of kin or to whom committed to pry.
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Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
what is me?
Fresh wounds of recent realization conjoined to the weathered scars of regret. Gashes opposing multitude, otherwise deep while of illest intent. Wounds forged by life itself. A blade driven home by the flick of a loose tongue concealing words unspoken. Scars held past vision. Rather a mental centerpiece Hardly recognized yet stationed in plain sight. Evident only to the scrutiny of kin or to whom committed to pry.
I recently took up writing so please comment honestly. One can only learn through mistakes.
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Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
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