<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stolen Identity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is a stolen identity <br>Because I’m bent on forgetting me <br>All left is my eyes<br>And I think their gonna die <br>Don’t look in, you can see me <br>I’d rather wear this stolen identity<br>Exactly what they want to see </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve got the lock on the door<br>Don’t force yourself to love me anymore<br>You don’t need to<br>I’m now something new<br>But its not really me, it’s all for you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He put the stitches on the cut<br>When she’s perfect, then there’s love <br>She’s perfect in this mask<br>Hiding his shame at last <br>Because without identity goes the past</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, I can’t look up to your eyes <br>I know I’ve got something else in me <br>It’s breathing hard, it tries rise<br>Like the third of a trinity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, I’ve got this at last<br>Now I’ve found the perfect mask<br>And I’ll shake these thoughts with this flask<br>Because with this failure goes a past<br>That he never wanted to see<br>A part that was forced to bleed<br>But with this identity goes stitches<br>Though it bleeds, though it itches<br>But I’m sewn up, strung out, all you’ll ever need<br>Though these stitches bleed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kathryn+Garner">Kathryn Garner</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573843" data-title="Stolen Identity de Kathryn Garner" data-description="This is a stolen identity Because I’m bent on forgetting me All left is my eyes And I think their gonna die Don’t look in, you can see me I’d rather wear this stolen identity Exactly what they want to see I’ve got the lock on the doo..."></div> </div> </div>

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