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Outsider Under My Skin
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May 2010
Pictures on my book shelf,
shows what we were and what we could have been,
hand shoves them in the "to burn" box,
finger strikes the lighter then lets the flame fall like rain on the memories,
like...
I never have been the one to fall apart this much both mentally and emotionally,
look back at those days and know I was my best and that is good enough for me,
now you have made me cry enough water to last me a California drought,
crawling under my skin, white it gnaws at my future.
