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Written: 8/10/98
A blank canvas.
How long has my heart been so dark?
Even my love is cynical.
Nothing is clear. Nothing is true.
Or maybe I know too much of the truth.
I can see into the hearts of others more than I care to.
I feel too much, but can't survive without the pain.
My head is spinning again.
Can you make it stop?
Hold me tight in this moment.
Everything else will take care of itself.
I know you are coming to terms with some
cynical truths I learned long ago.
I hate to see that innocence die in you.
I wish I could stop it.
Should I go away?
Would that help?
Or would I just be running from my best friend?