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Jan 31, 2004 19:39

Death Sentence

You can cuddle up next to me and kiss me on the forehead, but my sentence has been carried out.
You can glare me down to make a point, you can treat me like im nothing, but my sentence has been carried out.
You can hold me down on the bed and *#*# me till I bruise, but my sentece has been carried out.
Only you can smile the smile to make me feel your comfort in my deepest exiles, but my sentence has been carried out.
You can hold me close and stroke my hair the nights that i find my self too afraid to stop chilish crying, but my sentence has been carried out.
You can sing to me with your pants at your feet but my sentence has been carried out.
You can hold me close in the middle of the night and kiss me before i fall to rest, but you have carried out my sentence...
No more hiding no more pretending no more dependence... you have carried out my sentence.
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