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by Alyson   Nov 20, 2005


Hollow and fearful,
the wind takes my hand.
Leading me to a world where no one can see.
Blinding and empty,
tears run down my swollon face.
Whatever happened to my sanity?

I've been running on this road for miles.
Tempted to turn the other way.
I look and see your brightened face,
with looks of torture, distrust and hate.
It is me.

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