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Lingering I wear a mask to hide the pain Nothing revealed The hate lingers as a smoke- Filled room Blind to his crueltry I act As if everything is okay Bruised by words but still bending In the wind I believe in the ring I question hate, Is it his or is it mine? Who will listen to me chant my Epic woes? As my own misery flows past And to the tributary of his Entwining in precisely the same Twisted way I have to make a stand Flight seems reasonable Looking for a tree to climb To rise above the occasion I finally realize nothing will Change until I do, but how much? A new location in a different state should be just right. |
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