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"You may know my name but not my story, you have no idea about my worries.
You can see my smile yet not my pain, is there something in my suffering for you to gain?
You notice my cuts and ignore all my scars, just who in the hell do you think you are?
Your good at reading my lips yet never my mind, and the words you speak are so unkind.
A life without compassion is simple minded, so how can you judge mine when you're so damned blinded..."
By, Martha Mayhew-Merson~posted 1.4.14- All rights reserved.