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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Sunlight

It's like the sunlight hates me.
It grazes my skin, leaving hot fingerprints along my memory. But it doesn't really
touch me.
Or maybe it does, but I don't feel it.
It's like the sunlight hates me,
because it refuses to let me feel
the warmth and happiness
it lets everyone else
feel.


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