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by Pasat   Apr 13, 2006


As I shut myself off from the world
As the hate for myself becomes hidden
Cracks in the way things should be show
Unhealed wounds reopen

The story unfolded but will unfold no more
The truth of who I am stops here
What you know becomes only a memory
The life I dream for will become the mask,
no matter what teh consequences

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