January 24, 2011
A heavy burden
Leaves my muscles aching
My forehead burns
As if my mind is exploding
My mouth is dry
Thirsty to tell you
But that is something I cannot do
I hear your crying, your weeping in my mind
I'm yerning to turn back time
To change a choice that was mine
I smell a stench, it stays with me
Along with the image of your face twisted with rage

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