It never made sense. Im always biding my time and thinking about these choices and familiar faces. I wont wake up to the same damn thing every day. Ive got a purpose and it keeps me going. Conscious of, but still unclear. A story and its writer lay here. Frail shoulders curved with a burden. Weight of it all is haunting me. Set down on this written path, its been one year but no time has passed. Something has to change this. Drift away Drift to me Let us recall how I carried this weight My anger, it surpassed my fate but I cannot wake. Misdirected, skeptical, and tormented. Speak of the memory, hope for humanity. My thoughts recur and my pasts endures every last shade of grey, but there is no absence. Half a smile and my hard times, but youre not my burden.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 13:15:05 +0000
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