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By sarahh
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06 February 2008 |
This is not a life expierencce to me, only a witness.
Hit me with your new found love for bad puns and riddles.
Beat me up with your one liners and your accidental giggles.
Make me bleed with your nice car and your high class friends.
For the wounds of your voice are ones that are not going to mend.
Sing to me the flow of a thousands knives that are stuck in my spine.
Your fastidious ways of having fun and the ideas that you'd forever climb.
Never letting me see the light from the window, you nail my door shut.
Beside you I sit alone. Just a shimmering trophy only to be looked at.
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