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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Your cigarette stained lies.

Disgusting, filthy mask, isn’t it?

If she ever took it off for you, all that filth would pour out until nothing was left.

You really don’t want to see it.

She decided that she’s not letting anybody in anymore.

The core of her heart has rotted down from years ago.

She’ll smile and say “Good! You?”,

not letting anybody in. Nobody is the only exception.

Her story ends there.

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