How do you speak to yourself,
When you're afraid of listening to your own voice.
How do you choose to see,
When you blind your sight from reality.
How do you hear the truth,
When you're afraid thus run too far.
How do you heal a broken heart,
When you're convinced that it is but just a scar.
Friday, January 18, 2013
A demented soul.
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