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January - June 2006 So I put my arms around her and told her not to cry,
Told her that wet mascara won't find her a new guy.
She smiled.
Bitter smiles.
For that's all that she needs.
Another bash at 'happiness' with another of those dickweeds.
Heart's been broken again but there's no more words to use,
Every one she knows hasn't helped heal this abuse.
Why lie?
Why use? Why harm?
But then she told me she felt fine,
'I'll get in the first round',
'About bloody time!'.
The jokes begin and she stands up,
That pretty face all prepared,
She straightens out and struts to the bar,
Not upset, not weak, not scared.
In a skirt that's far too short,
She leans against the bar,
Eyes follow her every move,
But when will they see us for what we are?
