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Submitted:Aug 13, 2008    Reads: 60    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Every word said,
Every feeling felt,
Every action acted,
Every word spelt.

Analyzation is an automatic reaction,
Going over every fraction.

Some say it's a gift,
Others say it's a fault.
It's tearing my life apart,
I want to bring it to a hault.

So careful as to what I say,
Not to hurt you,
I hope and prey.

At the first sight,
of breaking free,
I did the last thing,
I wanted to do....

Made you mad at me....


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