By Courtney
Date: 20 February 2001
Behind
I never moved when negativity surrounded
me more than
your arms,
and I never brokedown like I've been
needing to.
Your words were my
reason for breathing...
I wish I could reach that
spot behind me
where the truth was told-
somewhere on my back, maybe
the same spot you stabbed me in
over and over
again.
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