enough

May 25, 2010
By Anonymous

My wounds,
Are starting to heal.
Though little words,
Open them back up.
I try,
To block out what happened.
But every time I look around,
Something takes me back.
Back to the living room,
Where it started.
And into my bedroom,
When I stopped it.
Or to the night;
That I realized,
It wasn’t only me.
The night,
I’d had enough,
Someone had come to know.


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on Jun. 21 2010 at 11:52 am
thezebrasgray PLATINUM, Taylorsville, Utah
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nice, very descriptive




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