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Gone

December 11, 2007
By Anonymous

A wall is torn down,
Freedom sets in but yet I still frown.
What is wrong with me?
I wanted solitude, to be alone and free.
Yet why do I cry?
Alone in my hurt I turn for comfort inside.
There's none to be given.
I take and I take and yet I am forgiven.
My hurt weighs more then whose heart is to bear,
but I carried it around as if it was not there.
Lost, not knowing what's real
of the physical touch and emotions to feel.
Gone, as night turns to day,
and pretty soon it will all slip
Away.


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