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: From The Inside : When I walk down the street I appear fine. But if you could see me from the inside you'd know that's not true. In my stomach there's a storm building up inside me. It's my anger, my hate, waiting to over ride me. In my lungs there's a knife waiting for me to use it. Wanting to cut me limb from limb. Shall I choose it? In my heart there is a yearning. A yearning for the one who left me. In my eyes there is my sorrow pouring out in tears. The tears that drown me. So now you know why I hide since you've seen me from the inside. : Jamie Scott

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