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The Numbing Process

And I sit there and it hurts. I cry and mourn for what I've lost. Sitting in the bath tub at night I feel lost and the hot Scolding water no longer bothers me Though it has left burns and Scars upon my skin which lie So deep that the truth be held Within them; Scars that you'll Never know or even care to see! My little runaway, Your never going to understand. You've taken away from me The only thing I had left... ME.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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