July 24, 2009
By Anonymous

Just the background noise of another day, of sinking into the sand. where dad says my head is. so i sit and wait for that one that can help me through it all; like im struggling to breath and i cant find a way out of this hole, that ive dug in the ground for myself. so i sit there slowly giving up; and what used to be in me fades away, as my island of hope slowly turns to a sea of sameness. on this island ive created for myself where not even i can make sense of what goes on im my mind. i sit here; with my head in the sand...

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on Oct. 4 2009 at 10:42 pm
Brokenlover GOLD, Albany, Oregon
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This is SO amazing. You're really good. I can actually relate to what you're talking/writing about. :)

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