January 31, 2012
By Anonymous

I see differently than the rest.
Changes have weakened me.
Thinking consumes my life.
Not with my head,
But only with my heart.
Thinking away and away
Until giving up,
Feels like the only correct answer.
Time spent waiting
For something to pick me up,
And take me away.
But in the same place I stay,
Trapped forever with myself.

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