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Poetry? Yes, it's a place I like to hide in Bury deep within myself so that when it's dark, I have words I have I have to I have to face the world I have to face my fears I have to face my hate and the subjects of it I have to leave when I want to stay won't you follow.. I'm so hollow sometimes can't the break between breaths sharp blades of grass. the sad softness that leaves an itch leaves you itching when you go inside the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you to turn back back.. your back is turned, don't look back you've lost your perspective wher e is you're so sharp I'd like to think about looking through the stars and back, for someone one day. I'd like t o look in to the sun one day I'd like to sh ow my sunshin e too one day I thought my dreams fell, one day I thought I found a deep chasm inside myself that could never be filled with broken glass everywhere broken shards, dug into my feet If the blood couldn't fill the void what if love The br eak between gasps is free for filling now
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
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Poetry? Yes, it's a place I like to hide in Bury deep within myself so that when it's dark, I have words I have I have to I have to face the world I have to face my fears I have to face my hate and the subjects of it I have to leave when I want to stay won't you follow.. I'm so hollow sometimes can't the break between breaths sharp blades of grass. the sad softness that leaves an itch leaves you itching when you go inside the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you to turn back back.. your back is turned, don't look back you've lost your perspective wher e is you're so sharp I'd like to think about looking through the stars and back, for someone one day. I'd like t o look in to the sun one day I'd like to sh ow my sunshin e too one day I thought my dreams fell, one day I thought I found a deep chasm inside myself that could never be filled with broken glass everywhere broken shards, dug into my feet If the blood couldn't fill the void what if love The br eak between gasps is free for filling now
barefoot-cascades
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Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
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