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I smile into the face of joy,

loving the way his eyes linger
grazing their way past my face,

and long for what I already know,

is forbidden.
I glance into the face of confusion

wondering why all of a sudden it seems cold,

like the hard slap of a winter wind,

biting at the tips of my ears and freezing

my unbeating heart

I stare into the face of anger,

and agree with all her evil words,

convincing me to turn my back,

on the ones who supposedly

love me most.

I grimace at the face of despair

convincing me that it was all in my head

Promising my that none of it was real,

Coaxing me to seek the dreaded comfort

of a long rusted razor.....