Posted by Happyflower on May 30, 2008, at 4:17:22
Heavy thick dread
Shaking fear of
Past memoriesPained with
Knowing
The truth
What isAt the pit
Of my
StomachacheSmothering
Hopes of
Being safe
Ever again.The fear sears
My mind like a
Branding irons
Tender skinned
Ownership.Becoming
A robot
Who cant
Love or trustMoving
Through life
With suppressed
Automatic motionsUntil shut down
With boredom
Of existing
Only to exist.
poster:Happyflower
thread:832035
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