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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Oct 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.23.09.46.23992]] |
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What will I pay, for speaking the truth as I see it? Your rage, offended honor ready to stalk off? Every word I did not speak built into a magma, every hurt I did not address turned into an infection, until I could no longer just shut my eyes, and shut my mouth for fear of hurting you. Paper cuts both ways, and I wonder if you will see the blood that edged each sheet, or just take the fire exit to save yourself the grief. |