Friday, December 11, 2009
I look with my eyes, and there's nothing to see. Is this you? Is this really me? If you don't want me, tell me to go. Without thought, what I don't say grows. I'm sorry, for taking up space. I'm sorry, for the way my heart aches. I'm sorry, that I hold back from you. You're not here. You don't want my truth. I have so much to give. Trust that flies. Love that lives. I don't know how much to show. I'm afraid to hurt. I'm afraid of what I don't know. I'm afraid of before and what came first. I'm... Sign in
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