soulful scribbleings
If this isn't darkness, please, tell me what it is! I am on a mind bent trip stumbling my way around. If you don't hide brilliance, please, tell me what's inside! I get mixed up in your words, bound and half naked before you. If this isn't raw emotion what the hell can it be? What's the point of being free to speak? When will you wake to discover you're everything you want to be. I slit my wrists in hopes you'll come to stitch me up, but now im dead yet unbroken somehow. Written September 28th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 09:30 AM PST, Leah Carter 10 • 0
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