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by heather   May 13, 2006


Your death has numbed me
beyond a reasonable doubt
i can't think straight
if i can even think at all
i write you all these letters
in hopes that you'll reply
when in reality, you never receive them
i cry out at night
i pray for you to save me
and day after day i awake
i put on this mask
and make my way through the day
through this life i can't escape.

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