Her.

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    Her.



    Whispering voices inside her head, she knows not what it is she dreads.

    With people beside her, but still alone, no one knows this pain she holds.

    Stabbed, shattered, ripped, and broken.
    Its so hard to keep her heart open.

    She just wants to replace her plastered smile with one that is true, but somehow the torture always shines through.

    Today she cried, there were no tears, or even a sob, just the broken silence of a tormented mind that she wants to just leave behind.

    Sometimes she wants to sleep forever to never be remembered.

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    MistakenCruelty commented on Her.

    03-25-2009

    ...I love you...

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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