domingo, 15 de agosto de 2010


Sometimes I feel darkness is coming for me again. I can feel that familiar sting in the center of my being. There's a voice that whispers "you'll never get sane" and I can only agree. I'm hurt and just want to run and hide, to escape. Don't come any closer, you know I've got claws and I'm not afraid to bite. Let me fall, maybe this time I'll finally grow wings and learn to fly.

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