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Sunday, September 21, 2008
it's over, away
i am so tempted to just start saying things i know i will regret.
so i sat here, alone again,
and i couldn't help but feel that
same pang of my old existence
coming back to haunt me.
so i have a problem,
so i don't admit it to anyone but myself.
spilling the beans won't save lives,
it won't even help me in the long run.
she tells me about everything that goes on.
and i smile and nod, happy for her and
whatever she gets.
good thing she can't see my face.
i'm seething.
my back aches
with the weight of my own words.
i can't eat them if i can't reach them.
this is a self inflicted wound
that can't stop bleeding,
and i'm the only one who knows first aid.
too bad i'm already unconcious.
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