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My heart is beating hysterically! My inner spirit is banging on the wall. And my soul is jumping on Oprah’s sofa. I can’t believe I actually did it! It felt great! The few moments while it lasted… I felt like I was in a corridor of heaven but now… I AM BROKEN! So don’t waste your sticks and stones. Like walls of old in stories told I have taken it all. A shadow-less rouge is what I am. I tried and tried and tried and tried And tried some more but now I’m tired. I can’t keep doing this anymore… I can’t keep thinking that today is the day. So I seal away my hurt and pain. It pains my soul to seal my hurt So razor blades are my self-defense… Stainless… Not even the bright red rosary of my blood leaves a mark. And even if it did, that wouldn’t matter because, I AM BROKEN! Broken like early reflections of faces in awe from Déjà Vu. Broken like the light that shines the brightest after it’s ripped by a cloud… Do you see a silver lining? Let’s skip the fables of D.I.D’s and knights in shining armor. I’ve got a couple of unresolved issues that need clearing up… I wrote this piece for you… You know who you are… Wherever you are… What do I got to do to meet you again?
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Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
~I AM BROKEN~
My heart is beating hysterically! My inner spirit is banging on the wall. And my soul is jumping on Oprah’s sofa. I can’t believe I actually did it! It felt great! The few moments while it lasted… I felt like I was in a corridor of heaven but now… I AM BROKEN! So don’t waste your sticks and stones. Like walls of old in stories told I have taken it all. A shadow-less rouge is what I am. I tried and tried and tried and tried And tried some more but now I’m tired. I can’t keep doing this anymore… I can’t keep thinking that today is the day. So I seal away my hurt and pain. It pains my soul to seal my hurt So razor blades are my self-defense… Stainless… Not even the bright red rosary of my blood leaves a mark. And even if it did, that wouldn’t matter because, I AM BROKEN! Broken like early reflections of faces in awe from Déjà Vu. Broken like the light that shines the brightest after it’s ripped by a cloud… Do you see a silver lining? Let’s skip the fables of D.I.D’s and knights in shining armor. I’ve got a couple of unresolved issues that need clearing up… I wrote this piece for you… You know who you are… Wherever you are… What do I got to do to meet you again?
~An original piece by Moe Awad~
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Sudanese
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
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