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Monday, October 1, 2012

You'll Never Feel the Way I Do, it's Not Possible.

Loneliness is a ride very few care to take,
it's a humble thing knowing that's who you are.

It's like a broken record,
repeating that thought over and over
until you're worn out,
and with all the feelings you must set aside
regardless their affection on your mood.

Tossing and turning all night,
shaking with every bit of energy in my body.
At times I wonder if it'll ever be possible to let go
of an old heart heavy as a cannon ball.

As if it wasn't already tiring, wrenching me,
I'll always be defected, it's something I've accepted.