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Dec 2009
Trapped inside my own head.
My own heart.

You cant imagine the pain I hold.
The lonely-ness.
The empty-ness.
My soul is molding.

Decaying in the summer sun.
Washing swiftly down the drain.

Delaying damage that's already done.
Drowning in a flood of summer rain.
Matt Jursin
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Matt Jursin  37/M/Colorado
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