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Posted by Falula , 21 February 2013 · 52 views

Originally Written 2002-12-11 and Edited 2013-03-06

Shame is the name of the game.
Drop your head.
No, itís already down.
Not your fault but you know.
You were there.

The memories are there to stay.
They donít fade away.
They remind you every day.

You donít need a scarlet letter.
Itís on your face.

Your eyes look down.
Strangerís eyes bore holes in your soul.
Where can you go to escape their eyes?

Touch the wall as your walking by down the hall.
Wish you could melt into it.
But you donít.

You go day after day to survive.

Walking to the beat of some unknown drum.
How it hums.
Empty inside.

How do you keep going when the painís so deep?
Steal moments of tears for the years that are lost.

The cost so steep for his needs.
For his needs.

Hope nobody sees.

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