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Jul 2014
Worn thin my heart can't take no more.
The tears I've cried the sorrow i feel the pain inside.
Stretched impossibly thin i feel like I'm dying inside.
I hear the ticking of time passing,
I hear chips coming off my mortal coil.
My soul aches for release from confines worn thin.
All that remains is a grey husk a shell worn thin by life's endeavors.
Dark clouds loom over the horizon i guess it's destiny's call.
I stand looking in the mirror looking at the shattered remains of a strong will worn thin.
Maybe life isn't for me anymore i don't know who i am anymore.
I fear for the selfish pain the relentless tragedy,
The uncharted deception it has worn me thin.
My perception is altered my sense of self worth blurred, I can't decipher myself.
Constructed Illusion of that which is worn thin does not belong on this earthly plane.

Written 28th June 2014 By Kelly O'Hara.
Written by
Kelly O'hara  Scarborough
(Scarborough)   
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   Tark Wain
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