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[title] => How Much Does She Know?
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[bodytext] => How much does she know? I'm suspect My scars haven't faded enough for change Endurance, I want to believe I was young and unaware I held on to fear so tight Troubled youth is mine to blame How much does she know? Her faith Am I opening Pandora’s Box? I turned the knob to make sure it was locked Simplicity isn't my nature So read between the lines I'm admitting my flaws And I'm coming clean I've used until there was no loss It never meant much A cryptic flow I thought they were perfect Pictures tell no truth How much does she know? I'll linger in Limbo I dream it's over But it's only just began My discernment told me so My life was all in blasphemy Forgiveness wasn't part of the deal The hypocrisy was so defined At least I proclaim no faith How much does she know? The number's never been changed It is their weapon to love The only reason I secretly hold hope But I can't give back And I can't take away Sometimes I pretend something was there Luckily, Only I understand scribbles on blue paper What was the purpose? No accomplishment on my epitaph It goes deeper than moronic views I'm an unashamed antagonist in every story This story's been left unfinished And it's no fairytale This time, will it be real? Salvation is only mere words I wanted to prove my worth Instead I became my own worst enemy Sometimes I laugh at consequence I'm not a proud girl Regret is for the guilty heart Rage is for the wounded Sociopath views and tendencies Only my pain was my gain Seeking solace in a selfish place I turned bitter so quick as I turned my back I am still here She was no modern day saint How much does she know? I was broken And she needed something to fix But piece by piece It's never enough Hiding my face has become routine Every night, I sleep with the enemy I became engulfed in cliché death rhymes And manipulated each page The stories been written Every page is turned I know She knows -Amanda Bentley [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Amanda_Interrupted [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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