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bronze baby shoes sitting on my desk never to be worn but always a reminder of what should have been ..
as i pulled on my boots , i thought about where i would go. what would happen to me once i stepped out the door. i wondered quietly to myself what would become of me once i left you behind. as i laced up my boots i realized i didnt really care, anything was bound to be better then this.
like weights on my chest. every time you say those things or ignore my cries for help, its just another brick on my chest keeping me just below the surface of the water
beware of dog
may be vicious
does not take well to strangers...
sounds a lot like someone i used to know
i can feel in it my chest at the end of every day. when im alone in the dark i can feel it creep up on me and then i have nothing to do but wait for the morning light and hope that the dawn of a new day will bring something better then the day before....
the truth is ...... well i cant even write the truth down. not even here. it scares me to much..
i live in a concrete jungle and yet with all the beauty that surrounds me i can not find the one thing i am looking for. i search the streets made of stone and stare at the buildings made of steel and yet i feel incomplete. when will i find it?
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