Wednesday, March 9, 2011


I have never known heartache
the depths of that which you've
wrought in me
the thought that i might break
or simply cease to be
but for me it is far past time
for a simple apology
wash away the grime
theres nothing left to see
truth is, it's self made
hand me a spade
i've no more use for this shred
of myself
for it will soon be dead

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