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  Their whispers are faintly heard,
All this pain from just a word.
I pretend that I don't hear,
As I wipe away another tear.
They think they know me,
Based on what they think they see.
My skin gets thicker each day
Because of what they say.
So afraid of being all alone,
I feel my heart turning to stone.

In due time I will not feel,
This life cannot be real.
My smile has faded like the sun,
Damage that may never be undone.
Perhaps someday they will see,
Their words don't describe me.
Until then I sit with eyes that are wet,
Wondering how long before they regret.
All things they said,
All the thoughts they put in my head.
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April 02, 2006
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