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sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I need a couple daysto take a break,
but its not my desition to make
so i'll take a few breaths and you'll hold my hand,
you'll be so involved, like a child crossing the street
pulling away from me with every spark of rebellion
but its not this lack of intrege that keeps you well prepared,
but its the truth that says you never really cared.
so i'll practice getting used to it, in front of my mirror
I'll see refections of the guilt my father left in there
and i'll play the game and win the prize I was promised
its smaller then the one on the box but I'll pretend not to notice.
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