Mending
By birksy
On my face, the cracks appear, the cracks of stress, I feel no pain, but that's deep inside. I sit, great fissures on my skin, yet no-one sees, they just look out windows thick with dirt. I can only close my eyes, pretend I can hold myself together through my mind, but in truth, it is my mind that has the cracks, my mind that needs so much mending. Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 06:09 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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"On my face, the cracks..."