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The Way Things Seem...

Torn and scattered, lost in a place without light. Pulled in all directions but managing to stay in one. Feelings that a reproduced by the subconscious. Replacing the fear with a sense of disbelief. Taking it one day at a time, the time will arrive. No cadence in life, nothing to keep the momentum. Falling into this cold, dark and dismal place. Only trying to remember that you are not alone…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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