the stamp on my hand can hold all emotion
thoughtless words dripping like poisoness potion
anger and rage absorbing my mind
while pain and hurt are caused by the kind
useless and worthless; thrown to the side
stay away from me...go on and hide
it never mattered before and it won't matter now
out of your picture and my final bow.
Author notes
Written June 27th, 2006
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