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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Scratching through the surface | from Free_Dom_Fighter - Friday, August 09, 2002
accessed 1166 times It’s hard to see with my black eye
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But somewhere deep beneath my skin
Crawling where no one has been
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It’s watching. Everything I do
Control with every subtle move
Near the surface, scratching through
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My mind. And I can hear its speech
It tells me I am in its reach
Feeding feelings, bleeding leech
The poison liquid tastes of bleach
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It’s listening to every lie
It causes every tear I cry
The eerie sparkle in my eye!
My nemesis and my ally
Can trap me with a lullaby.
. It’s too hard to see with my black eye
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