February 5, 2012
Sometimes I really hate myself.
For years I've gone back and forth,
hating and loving....
getting all sentimental.
I am leaving you behind.
Dreams are dead.
Dead as belief and trust.
Tears of the world fall
longing for a safe place.

Every second I wonder will
life and hearts get harder?

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