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Wednesday, October 29, 2003



hot tears stream silently from sad brown eyes...
self loathing eats away at the child's lonely heart...
while drowning in the sharp stinging beating pool of sadness
the sadness clings....it fills every crevice;
you carry some wherever you go
as the child knows too well.
sleep is a temparary escape away from pain
the brown eyes close, all is gone


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