Tears of rage sting my eyes
The anger burns inside
I am used up, spent
I have nothing left
So I retreat behind my disguise


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Martin Elder

Tue 5th Jan 2016 12:07

Well said and to the point. Nice one Vicki

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Vicki Ayers

Tue 5th Jan 2016 08:04

Thanks Julie x

J Graham

Tue 5th Jan 2016 02:18

Ooh!! I love this, so properly described.

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