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Landslide

A mountain stands before me
Of fear and insecurities
Some people can climb it
Yes, some do it with ease

Yet with the echo of a voice
How quickly I start to fall
No matter how hard I try...
I'm not as brave as them all

One stone for my sorrows
Yet another for my pride
When your words belittle me...
You cause, for me, a landslide

~THE FLOWING PEN~
2-16-06






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