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I cannot find the time...
the days won't let me breathe, 
 
my chest hurts with all of the guilt 
of living as I do.

Never have I laughed except in mock irony and I still, 
to this day, would like to be described as carefree.


Instead paint a picture of my world and you may wonder
what else but blue can this one be named?

Alas I am resolved to trudge ever steadfast,

alone in my quest, I think not, I shout 
silently to no one at all..

inward I turn as the day becomes purple,I look to the night
for truly to cover all evidence of the wasteland that is the
twilight of my life.

Dusk ends my heavy day and at last, at night I breathe.
Posted: 2011-06-24 07:37:20 UTC

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2011-08-19 22:56:49Natural_beauty_Ashe
:) nice