Lost

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By Lorena Bernhardt

There is a mask on my face, But no one can tell. The truth it will erase, And to my knees I fell. What was meant to protect Destroys it all. Now I must let My defenses fall. To be born again And come into this world blind, Requires a friend And a safe harbor to find. So though I've been lost, A companion I have found To pick me up when the cost Has made me hit the ground.

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July 15, 2010 22:28CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART

This is goood. I like it