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      • danielle (Login mothchild)
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      Posted Jan 11, 2001 8:30 PM

      connected with wires through your mind
      you peirce the reason
      you peirce my brain
      choking on what you want me to be
      coughing up lies with thin lips
      reading to me bed time stories of war
      nightmares twisted
      dreams rehearsed
      thin paper book layed over my eyes
      blindfolded into black cotton images
      no one can wake me now
      she dont understand
      my disorder
      my perfection
      my hatred
      covering face with lies
      lining my eyes with elaboration
      trying to perfect the ability of others
      to see me as i want
      no more abuse
      so cover their eyes

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