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I want to tear ribbons from my soul
and hang them decoratively for the unknown to see

I want to stark the whiteness in my heart
Pin pointed with absolutness,and shade it with tears of amber
The colour of the rain
As it falls from my cheeks
Of denial
I loved and loved and loved
And the pieces of the filth of that rape
Digs holes in the garden of my tomorrows

Why am I alone ?
I always remembered the birthdays and the special
Moments and hugged each one
Only to be rewarded by empty glances on a busy street
Why am I debased and abused by all and sundry
When the ones who kill and maim
Walk the happy street of forgiveness
Why Why fucking why

Each day I hope
That I will be whole
That I can relive the past somehow
But I am left talking to myself in a tortured cell
I worked and killed my empty minuteswith pain
Burnt psychotic moments
Nurtured by the pretend family
I slaved all my fucking life to please

What am I now
A sick twisted isolated number

Too drunk to care
Till tomorrow lands on my lap
Wth the same old angry silence .

Love to all the people of SF xxxxx :i'm sorry:
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