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-thinking-

December 1, 2012

12/1/2012

lost with no direction,

screaming without a sound-

everywhere i go,

there she is…

or he is…

or they are…

always something to pierce

the veil of my memories,

drowning me in my sorrows-

knocking me down

when i’ve climbed so high,

amidst the dirt-

mud covers my tired limbs,

and stains my tear-streaked face,

and where are they, as i

bravely traverse this path alone?

gone…

passed me by, forgotten all about me-

wounded me, leaving me to bleed in

my anguish-

one of three-

and even then,

i am left

alone…

-freya

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