What was I?
Something to say you couldn't have?
These white tinged knuckles- They don't lie
I've been holding on to you for too long.
Could you make up your mind?
You're getting strong enough to pull away
My sweaty palms are weakening
And so am I.
Inside and out
These double sided scars of mine
They burn from within
And destroy my appearance
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Written July 5th, 2006
