The Diary of a Small World

January 11, 2010
Smile strikes a sneak,
misery out to shrink,
breaking into thoughts,
bleeding out the heart.
Living is the scar on her hand,
her brain screming in demand,
itching is her ears,
of the screaming she hears,
taking heed into the ugly world,
she stands tired,
everything stands to a holt,
for her next move.





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