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Saturday, October 3, 2009

Painted Face


Each phone call beneficial to the one on the other end.  Who does the rock with the weight of the world on his back lean on.  Happy voice and the positive attitude is just the paint on the face of  one devestated.  I built myself to adapt, but hate what I created.  Miles seperate those who need to be close, yet I'm more distant from those in the next room.  My heart aches when I can't heal a friends heart ache, it's pain I learned to consume.  A costume of success covers a soul so depressed, so I excell while I regress.

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