no short of here

14 Jun , 2014  

When am troubled i long to speak.
Speak about the things that can’t be spoken
my mind wonders as has done a thousand time before
I know i was wrong before thou now am sure i am right.. of the feelings that burn like holes in the sky. your hand drifting further away and am left with deeper understanding that am nothing worthing no effort.. and that i alone make things happen. thus doing this all to me myself till there is nothing

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