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I have been so distraught lately.
I'm not myself.
I'm hiding from myself that which defines me.
I am not myself.

There is a visitor.
His name is sorrow.
How do I know he won't be here tomorrow?
I'm not myself.

Where is that girl with the smile on her face?
There is no such girl in this unholy place.
This place is isolation!
Where am I?

This is treachery to all I know.
Who am I?

This is an everyday struggle.
To find what's mine to feel.
To see what's mine to see.
To understand that which defines us all.




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KelliB said...
Mar. 8, 2012 at 11:31 am:

This was very good. I totally understand this point of view. I love reading something that embodies my feelings. Sometimes I feel like others can write about what I feel better that I can. Please return the favor and comment back. Pick any of mine:) Thanks for the enjoyment of your post!!!

 

 
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