This Year

May 23, 2008
This year has formed a sponge in the back of my throat soaked full of words left unsaid.
Broken promises and twisted meanings in the words that were chosen to be said.
And as often as they are used,
the meaning behind them is always misunderstood.
This year has been full of different words.
But I'll take it all in,
and hope that summer will shake my stress away.
Maybe next year will be better.

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