witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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You only use me to talk about yourself.
You never ask how I am.
How I feel.
I'm just your self-assuring echo.
Your words drizzle down on me and settle on my lips, like cold dew drops on hot skin.

1:14 a.m. - Saturday, Feb. 21, 2009

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