without my pain I find that I do not exist
the long hours of this gray life are colored with the promise that when I lay my head down at night I can recall the nightmares, that I can twist the knife I've left buried in my heart, and drown in pain. bring no words of comfort today. I need to hurt, to blame myself for what was done to me.
without my pain, I am no one
Monday, July 18, 2005
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