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Feb 19, 2006 14:40


Emptiness is like a disease

It consumes me and does whatever it pleases

I talk to you on the telephone

But I cant find the answers to the questions that I own

And I wonder

I ponder over the lessons I coulda learnt

I’m constantly reminded by the gashes I’ve made

My skin is just matter

It doesn’t really matter

My skin is just casing

It doesn’t really matter

My skin is just protection

I break down that barrier

You came to me at my weakest point

A wilted seperation fixed with a penny coin

Your light finger prints soften the blow

But now I’ve lost the only thing that makes my inner part glow
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