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Open me completely,
Spill my guts on the floor. With the hope that you'll help me pick up the pieces And reconstruct what once was. Because you are the force that holds me together. Not this time. Instead you kicked and trod through the truth laid before you, Crushing each admission beneth your boot. Adding insult to injury you strolled away. Looking back distastefully with only one thought; Someone should clean up that mess. Julie -March 20, 1999 |
