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Leech

Pain is like a leech, it attaches itself to you with no warning sucking you dry and no matter how much you try to burn it off, it stays, clinging to your skin, holding on for dear life. After it has shriveled up and died away you still bleed from where it comes back to cling. Like a leech the pain grows, getting more unbearable by the day, sucking you empty of everything. As years pass and you are dried up and ready to die, that same leech will start to eat your skin off your bones, exposing your true inner colors and lies. Your skeleton will become ashes in which the leeches you created will feast and live, until yet another unlucky heart comes upon your ashes and slips. Written September 2, 2005

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