Thursday, June 23, 2011

being...






















































I've spent time against the wall. Head hung, forehead knocking. Concrete. I've been inside that box. Suffocating. Trapped. I've punched and raged. Been lost, found, forgotten. Wished to be somewhere else. Someone else. Anyone other than me. But I am me. I am here. There. Gone....

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