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Friday, September 25, 2009 Burnt-Out
Try as i might to hide, The scar is still open and sore. Try as i might to be strong, I still stumble and fall. Being alone has always been a thorn. But this is hitting me like a nail driven through a wall. I'd say stay beside me, But that's not what i really want. When one's heart's not there and don't really care, There's no point. Sick and tired of playing games, This tired heart is in dire need of a break. A barrel of beer won't do, Neither would a carton of cigarettes sooth the wound. Everything begins to seem once again new. This child needs to relearn some lessons, And learn some new ones, Just to be able to cope and not lose hope. Its tiring, oh so tiring. Tiring. ~ |
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