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Wednesday, Mar. 30, 2005 - Our Song


Song like emotion seeping from my lungs
slowly, powerfully
high pitched, low tones
filling your ear canals with pity.

Hear me, feel my pain
vent your concerns
mount your exasperations
I am nothing more than a tired tune on repeat.

Memorized verses over played
under appreciated
unloved
compensation for the torment you inflicted upon me.


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