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Thursday, April 12, 2007


There it is again
That urge to pick my skin
And release the demons
That hold tight to my soul
That screaming fang pressed to my throat
That repulsive image of cuts and pain
Haunting my solitary moments
You fly away then resurface with a vengeance
You are there; you are always there
And yet
Sometimes
I still miss you

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