Friday, November 20, 2009


I promise myself I'll be bulletproof,
With clear eyes and open arms.
And I tell myself this can't be done.

How many can say they've never been hurt?
How many can say it's not their fault?

All I want is honesty,
A motive to move on.
In a time of blindness,
We will not grow.

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