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This Is Me

Love these days seem so non existant, So everyone, I keep at a great distance. I'm a complicated woman, This I know. But what can I say, My heart can no longer glow. Not in the Spring. Not in the Summer and not the Fall. Not even with the Winters snow. I wish It were different, I wish I could change. But at least this way, I will never have to feel the pain. So please try to understand, And please try to see. Please forgive me. I'm sorry for this is the real me. I keep a smile upon my face, To keep everyone from knowing all I need is a persons special embrace. The tears, I will never let you see. For all my real feelings, I am hiding withing me. My fears, I will never tell you They are to many to list and they are all true, Though I act tough, I'm really not harsh and hateful Oh this, I wish you could only see. I'm sorry, for this is the real me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/20/2011 6:46:00 AM
If this is really you then i know i like you. for you are me... and most of us here... (i'm tempted to believe), such talents are often in compensation, and also for expressions of the deeper persons the others cant see. i just hope soon we shall find those like us who wont wish our hearts to hurt, but to heal and mend with gentle seams threaded with golden dreams. >hey Amanda, nice words!
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