Saturday, March 10, 2012

Hurt

I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. Try to kill it all away but, I remember everything. I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair. Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear. You are someone else, I am still right here. Everyone I know, goes away in the end.

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