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I only wish I could actually play the piano, I'm stuck with just singing along with the rythm only I hear.
Submitted:Jul 12, 2010 Reads: 66 Comments: 5 Likes: 3
My fingers fly across the keys,
banging out my anger,
shrieking out my pain,
calling to the lost ones,
pulling them closer,
just to push them away,
to hurt them like I've hurt everyone else.
To grind on your nerves,
until you want to break,
until the real you surfaces,
till that happy facade breaks,
till I can see through you lie.
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