Sometimes I just don't know 
and it's hard for me say 
exactly what it is 
that makes me feel a certain way 
with everyday that passes 
it all starts to seem the same 
and I can't help but feel 
that I am no one to name 
nothing new 
just pain in fact 
that I can't get rid of 
and that's just that 
I stare at my hands 
what are the good for 
for nothing but rubber-bands 
all these little scratches 
that look innocent at glance 
all trying to be treated 
-Anna (mi amiga)
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