April 28, 2010
your angry words,
lash at my face,
my blood turns black and cold to my touch,
laughter ringing in my ears,
faces and smiles buzzing around my head like flies,
im running,
water hits me like a strong breaze over the ocean,
breathless and letting the water clean my soul,
hating them is my only choice.

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