Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Sweet Freedom

Some times I feel
that all that I am,
& all that I'll ever be
is a weathered version of you

a crinkled, hollow, hateful, selfish, nasty, self righteous version of YOU

I have no escape
There is no release
There is no freedom
from this life sentence

your long, painful life has melted into my own

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