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Feb 2012
Beginning my quest into darkness

The coming of late night

I know it's about the time

I will fall and fall and fall

To the pit of sorrow

And guilt

Every word I ever said, ever heard

Will force itself into the space behind my eyes

Causing the same ache

That is repeated immeasurably

Thoughts forcing their way out

By bruising the inside of my skull

Something I will always feel
© Becca 2012
Becca
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   Anna Wood and mads
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