the lost teenage soul

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Inner Storm

I wake with my chest tight my back still in knots. This physical pain is nothing, nothing but a bother. Brother bursts in to make sure I am up, Of course I am, I never went to sleep. Slowly dressed, my limbs burn and ache just a little bit more, I make for the bus with my mind still reeling from the... Sign in to see full entry.

Window Walking

Walking through these halls without a glimpse of what others may see. Finally outside a windows glimpse and I freeze. This face so familiar and yet not known at all, moving my hand, his moves as well. Touching my face, I watch as he does the same. Confused and lost I step to this rattling reflection... Sign in to see full entry.

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