My mind is too broad for this place.
I need to wander
and meet nothing but myself.
Here, caged between stone
and traffic fumes,
I age too quickly.
Only where nothing can save me from me
but me,
I might become what I was meant to be.
ProphecyA Poem by PrettyCrazyI hate myself for not having the courage to take back control.© 2008 PrettyCrazy |
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Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorPrettyCrazyBelgiumAboutTo be really honest, I kinda hate these boxes where you're supposed to 'tell us who you are!' First of all, I never know what to write in there. Second, I don't really fit in a box... But here goes a.. more..Writing
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