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Saturday, November 18, 2006

What I Did

The cuts I made will turn into scars.
Pain and remorse into guilt.
Not knowing which of these is worse,
what I did, or how those I hurt felt.

After the scars began to fade,
realizing the choice, but not the cost.
Secret unadulterated choices I still made
destroyed those left in my wakes froth.

The physical scars are now gone,
but within my heart is one that I hid.
Mistakes of the past make the healing slow,
because of what I did.
Miss Poetess
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Joshua Fegley 18 November 2006
Yeah I know the feeling...
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