Sunday, October 18, 2009

Guilt

It Grinds my essence to a dust

Clentching my stomache to no breath

Its bitter stentch lingers

Relentless,,

it finds its way to empty thoughts

Filling every

Every

Every

Word and sound that surrounds me.

So painful



Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®

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