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What does shame resemble? An old wrinkly face? Or a cold shallow embrace? Look into my eyes to see the pain that made me shameful. Never did I think my will would get stomped on by you. But not only did you take my will, you teared my heart. For the rest of my days I will live in shame, because I was fooled by a fool.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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