February 14, 2012
By FallenWolf GOLD, Houston, Texas
FallenWolf GOLD, Houston, Texas
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My past created me.
My present is what's slowly killing me.
My future doesn't look like what I wanted it to be.
Do I have a choice?
Do I have a voice?
I just want to be in a numb abyss.
Free from feeling.
Free from caring.
However internal conflicts keep me from achieving my wanted bliss.
So instead I sit quietly.
Everyday trying to get through without incident.
Some days I'm okay.
Some days I Just want to scream and give in.
At times it's as if the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
Ha that's what I get for caring.

The author's comments:
Just something I wrote one day

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