They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder- But alone, I sit here, forced to ponder- The thought that things may never again be- The way they were before I could see-My eyes, while blackened and swollen closed- See more clearly all that is exposed- While it's my wrists that bare these visible scars- It's my soul that's been beaten and trapped behind bars-I guess without pain you really can't live- But it was only a matter of time before something had to give- Now with a dash of color mixed with everyday tragedy- This creation is born and that's alittle About me- ~Dr. Noose ....Does that answer anything?LOVEMYFLASH CODE
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