The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
I Try
I try to contain the emotional pain with every fiber of my being. The hurt is so deep. Must I face one more day when even one more hour is unimaginable.
Will sleep be the only enduring escape. if nothing else, at least time will pass...I suppose.
And what if even then, sleep won't come. What page can I turn?
Alone, so alone in this darkened world that lays crumpled around me.
...or is that me, broken on the ground
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