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| Erase the 'Mask'erade My smile is just a bandage to protect my wounded soul, to give me time for healing, to regain my self-control. Like tattered rags I gather my loose threads of sanity and wonder how you think that you know all there is of me. So much I haven't told you, even more than you could know. The past plays on my eyelids - all these memories ebb and flow. I wish that I could show you what it's like inside my mind - that way you could be witness to the things you cannot find. If only I could reach you and if you could reach me, too - you'd see I'm not exactly like the one you thought you knew. CrimsonSoulFire, (c)8/2002 |
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