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Attic of My Mind

Sitting alone in the misty darkness I think I shuffle through the past With light and darkness I crawl through the attic of my mind Some musty boxes of pain Were never meant to be opened Yet they make me who I am Others filled with joyous memories Golden reminders of life that could be Somehow the balance is uneven Makes me wonder is this me My attic is cluttered I must cast aside the waste To make room For memories yet to be

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Black Eyed Susan

Date: 4/14/2011 4:46:00 AM

I feel like I'm journeying with you and then abruptly you end the journey. Maybe you could consider more of a transition? I love the line "makes me wonder is this me." It's so deep that I have a hard time going from there to the cluttered. - Just my 2 cents.