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You run at every corner and the debris hits me in the face.
I keep running, harder and stronger;
I refuse to back down to them.
Won't deny my doubts as they change to become fears.
The tears I cry blur my vision, and my soul bleeds black as I do what I have to.
This is tearing me apart from the inside out.
Can't say I haven't tried, but this heart keeps me from letting go.
I just hope you see that this will either heal me or destroy me.
Addicted to that goddamn feeling of the smile I get.
It will be a grand tale of triumph or a legend of self destruction.
 Vulgar Fantasy · Fri Feb 26, 2010 @ 12:23pm · 0 Comments |
