Jul 31, 2007 06:46
it's 648 and i should be close to there.
but i dread it.
the everydays.
the silence.
the long mental pin pricking.
and then the picking up.
a prisoner.
a mind that will never be free.
a heart that was broken when it first breathed breath.
?
i'm struggling mother.
the superficial-ness.
the extremes.
i need to go.
to be alone again.
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