Somewhere within, you were left without. Not realizing the condition of the exterior. From the inside.To shout. not tobe heard. Not a scream. No, not even a word. No doult.
Still amused, a bit uneasy at times. Never confused, Not even dizzy from wine,still acting as if abused. Seems like a crime. Memories are suppose to fade with time. Not intrude.
Circle brings me round again. Not sure where I began. Don't think it will ever end. Don't think it really can. Yet I know where I've been. Still I don't have a plan. No end.
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-07-11 20:15:20
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