Topic: --- Picking Scabs --- | |
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It's hard to imagine a tomorrow like yesterday
Living in the now I'm picking scabs The wound won't go away Cause I keep opening it Don't tell me things will get better Don't say that time will heal I've had plenty of things and plenty of time Love doesn't work that way I think I died along the way These wounds are my reminder |
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Nice write.....
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Edited by
Leigh2154
on
Fri 08/03/12 04:16 AM
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Really enjoyed this HM, just wrote a similar earlier this week with a completely different ending
Everything you said not to say Very nice ... |
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Enjoyed.
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This Is good
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i like the piece and the title.
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