December 5, 2012
By LoveIsFutile SILVER, Columbus, Indiana
LoveIsFutile SILVER, Columbus, Indiana
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“Take me to the place,
where I can restore my faith,
All of these futile efforts,
is it even worth it?

It feels like there’s a storm over-head,
pouring down on everything surrounding me,
I’m drenched in an overcoat of sorrow,
dripping desolation every step,

I’m in dire need to slip from reality;
to get the fix is all I ask,
I’ll pick up a pen and start my quest,
but how long does that last?

The thought of giving up,
it’s always on my mind,
but I’ll just keep on running,
surrounded by the shadows of my doubt.”

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