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The End

Long road
End at last
Where all the things I've sown
Will finally return
And the sweet rest
I've dreamed of
Finds me ready.
Harsh nights
Cold rain
Waiting for a salvation
That never came
I hate how I love the scars
And the crimson flesh
I hate how I love the polluted air
Flowing with every breath
I hate how I love this glass
Filled by lies
I hate how I love the mask
That helps me hide

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On Thursday August 4th, 2005, Forgotten Angel (474) writes:

i like this poem..and emily has a good point..lord knows i wear mine 24/7 or almost...when im sleeping i dont..but yeah..anyway..awesome write! -Kel

On Thursday August 4th, 2005, An Expired Member (38) writes:

we all love the mask that hides us because we begin to need it

On Thursday August 4th, 2005, Eladrim (61) writes:

amen, i love it but wish it wasn't necessary -Jesse

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