Turning to thoughts of gloom
I sleep to forget.
Fearing the all too familiar
I ache for change.
Begging to grow out of me
I run,
and hide.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
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Turning to thoughts of gloom
I sleep to forget.
Fearing the all too familiar
I ache for change.
Begging to grow out of me
I run,
and hide.
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