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To Be

Clouded skies, Cold wind, Blinded eyes. Bare skin. She seems to be so innocent She has no voice, of her own Hatred and deceit is all shes ever been shown She seems to be so naive Growing up sad pencil and paper is all shes ever had She puts her mind on display Through words, she explains her dismay Darkened thoughts Doubted heart Open wounds Weakened soul She seems to be quite insane This is, What its like To be.. ME ---[ SKITZ ]--- 2006

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