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Unclear projections made in effort to show, Mistakes emerge, Mistakes emerge causing my heart to fear. Depths of fear touched in my heart, Fear of loss, Fear of ending what lights me so. I avoid myself, not wanting to see, Myself which is a flaw, Myself which is a mistake in actions. Inabilities arise, growing larger and larger, Arrising from myself, Arrising from myself, who is adorned in error. Yet one fact be never left, The pen in my hand, The pen in my hand which speaks myself most clear. |
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-Anna 2/27/2000 | ||||||||
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