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Jul 30, 2008 21:45

I wrote down the words that have hurt me the most
And I struck a match to light them
But the night was too swift,
The flame wouldn't catch,
And I was left with a pile of
Carefully-written aches,
Constructed by my own hand.

(God won't let me burn them away; so I'll carry them)
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