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Secrets and recollections So powerless to forget, Time keeps on passing on Free I am not to be let. Wolves wear sheeps clothing, This sheep once had fleece- Beaten down and jaded now, I know I'll never have release. Sometimes It aches To even be.... How could Do this to me? |
Something I noticed while reading. The last two lines, the person culpable is left out. Seems a little like a Freudian slip there, to me. Would it be worse if it were you, if it were him, or if it were some faceless, unnamed force in your life? Life gets the best of us down, and I'm very, very sorry for the pain expressed here. If you ever need to talk, please, feel free to IM me. I'm nearly always on.| Posted on 2008-08-21 00:00:00 | by brokenmuse | [ Reply to This ] | |