I'd rather read a book of tragedies than turn a page to my lifeless soul.
Shut away emotion which comes to the surface at the most inconvienient times, bubbling over into rage when I can't be alone with shadowed memories.
A lifetime spent running, though I did not know it till now.
Each new hurt a repeat of the deepest, now unable to hide I cry for the public.
But the public has no time for my pain, nor I.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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