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Saturday, February 13, 2010
My Veins
The purple veins popping from under my heavy hands do not need you. Anymore. I catch myself typing happy, yet unforgivable writings. I click back, grinning, as if we started over like we used to from day one. I write. Then regret. Then write. I am done.
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