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Reflection September 10, 2018 ~ Monday Wake up one day Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize Are those my eyes or hers
Don't play games with me Give me that smile, I know you know it's just pain to me. I love it. That's when your most pure to me. It's your darkness, yet it so clear to me.
I stare into her eyes and they tell me all I need to know but I ask anyways  Why do you push me away? Why do I feel the way I do when I hold you?
While sitting in the workshop, I stare. I am not Me; I feel so bare. I am stripped of my courage; Stripped of my life. What role do I have to play later on? Obviously a Laborious wife!
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