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crosscountry83 Member
since 2009-07-30
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I thought I was standing, at least at ground level. only at ground level, no way could I go any higher. It easier to sink back sliding deeper into the mud, than fall from the air and crash to the ground. Doesn't make sense, really, but when did it ever? not since before I was eleven, I tried in vain to find a reason, but there wasn't one; I couldn't fix it So I decided it was my fault. Something inside me that hollowed my heart out, only to fill it with everything that I couldn't handle. A monsoon in my mind, maybe? clouding my thoughts. I didn't know the real me. Had it been too long, or did I ever know? I'll never know the something that makes me always panic. that puts salt on my face, to find in the morning. that wraps itself around me, smothers when I plead for air. but I will know the ground, dirt already by my chin, know that I can't find it in me. and its my fault. [This message has been edited by crosscountry83 (06-30-2010 09:27 PM).] |
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