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    Tuesday, June 1, 2010


    Hurt feelings

    heated ceilings

    I’ve got a bone to pick with you

    you dance around these problems

    I wont be the one to solve them

    Avoidance is what you do

    Yellow Bruises

    Calling truces

    I could only wish on stars

    I’ll open my mouth

    but three words wont come out

    For this I’ll brandish scars

    Back to the game

    it’ll always be the same

    If only I was brave enough to confront

    She still calls you at night

    Bleeding shins and my bight

    I hate that girl, I call her a….

    you’re still in love with her, its keeping your from me.

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