May 22, 2009

Rushing through my brain.
Here I go again.
The lies.
The truth.
The pain.
The thrill.
The lost and the found.
The work and the play.
The end of the day.
The cursed.
The unbroken.
The bruised.
I must realize why I feel this way.
I am the epitome of thoughts.
They consume me.
They batter me.
They ruin me.
The words.
The ice.
The thoughts.
I feel it rush though
There is nothing I can do
To put this life on hold.
I must stop…
I cannot stop…
I must..

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