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| 09:24am 27/04/2006 |
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i know better than to be hurt
by these petty antics.
i know better than to be manipulated
by your loaded words.
your mass judgements of me
failing the mark, do not go
unnoticed
but i know better than to
let you reject me.
and yet...
i feel hurt.
i see manipulation
and i know i have been rejected.
...my protests fade into a whisper...
.my body matches my soul in brokenness.
and i prepare for the next step into the unknown.
i didn't realise it would ever be my turn and here i stand,
lives that have gone before me echoing in mine
i wade through the bullshit of religiousity and wonder where it leads to
*other than pain*
and i prepare myself for something that is 'no big deal' and everything
at the same time.
*protect me* |
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