December 28, 2009
It seems,
I've walked this journey before,
and some how it ended up repeating it's self,

The trees I once saw were green and growing,
now they look like someone lit them on fire,

the beautiful flowers I once saw,
now look like a pile of weeds,

as I swim across the river,
I cry out,
but the murky water fills my mind,
drowning me in my own thoughts,

I want to be able to reach the end again,
stand up and breath,
be happy again,

I can't give up,
I need to find what I am looking for,
I need to find,

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