You Wear Me Out.A Poem by lorrainelobotomy#1My pen cuts through the paper like the razor on my skin. All the places that I hate are the places that I've been All the people that I've seen are the people that mean nothing to me. Can you help it? Why don't you look and see, how close you really are to me. The closer to my heart or death, of which I cannot seem to reach, but these lies that I am telling you are the lies that I am sure to preach. © 2008 lorrainelobotomyAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 12, 2008 Authorlorrainelobotomywhitinsville, MAAboutim lorraine. this is what i do, and this is what i want to do for the rest of my life. more..Writing
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