** written by Me on March 21, 2007
funny how words transcend time.
shouts and screams flung in every direction
happiness drowned in the volume of hate
wavering strength in the face of danger
fear etched in every line and crevice
dreams of haunt and despair
i claw and and scratch at something
draw blood and create gorges
clamouring to rid myself of this sin
my life is no longer my own i think
i might come out of this
with battle wounds and tears
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