Who are you?
I am not MYSELF...
Twenty eight small white circles,
sleeping peacefully in...
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She threw paint around...
Crawling along the cold concrete ground
Realising I can't escape your shadow...
Lost in her own thoughts
She cries herself to sleep at night...
I accept the blame because you plead innocent.
All of my crying and helpless screams...
How long have I dwelt here...how many times have I...
Everyone see's me in plain sight but they will...
I'm giving up living for the day these two hearts...
Deep beneath the frost coated forests of her soul,
She feels the bitterness of old...
An old bedside table
Wood-pulp and leather...
If you dig to deep you'll just find the bottom
Of the place where u sit to be unforgotten...
I think this site has saved my life
and given me so much insight...