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Untitled (for you)
a memory
a ghost of an emotion
once promised
forever hurting
betrayed by silence
hurt by distance
you're a wound that
won't close
i waited for you
yearned for you
all that's left
is the hurt from you
i'll hold it dear
cherish the pain
though they're plain
for all to see
i know you never will
these scars that i wear
these holes right through me
i wish you would see
so maybe you'd finally believe
these are from you
love, a beautiful thing.
- Jason
12:48pm Tuesday January 2 '07
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