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The fogs rolls in and blinds me. The world tips. I cannot stand. Falling hard but unable to feel. Landing in front of you. You see an opportunity. The girl you've chased In front of you. I can't think straight... I can't push you away... It doesn't feel right... So unclear. So strange. My body can't do what my brain tells it. What's happening to me? The fog clears. I can sit up straight. My head aches. My body is sore. My clothes lay around me in careless piles. My pride shattered and laying in a pool of my own blood. Like a child in the womb I curl into a safe position letting my tears fall. Crying out in a loud voice that no one hears He took from me all I had left I want to be in that fog once more. I don't want to feel anymore.
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molly-grace
Canadian
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Jan 21, 2011
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