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A burden wrapped in flesh and skin that's what my existence feels like to me I'm a walking trouble-magnet whose magnetic force field is known only by me It is felt only by me It surronds me only But it doesn't affect me solely
But my voice of reason gives one last painful cry: this cry is heard only by one It is understood by this one But it is rescued by none
They're calling me . . . and the selfish part of me wants to go The coward in me is pushing down every sign of reason . . . . . . pushing . . . . . .kicking . . . . . .stabbing . . .
I'm tempted to commit the ultimate sin but no-one knows I'm tired. I'm weak. I'm ready to give in . . .
M. G.
jesska added this comment 2008-08-25 15:48:51-05:00
this is sooo good!
jesska added this comment 2008-08-25 15:48:51-05:00
this is sooo good!