My Concentration Blurs.A Poem by Siena - Silent Awakenings.Make sense of me, I'm confused. Abused. A 15 year old all tattered and used. Striped down to the bone, alone. My home you say... What home?! I grip, I clutch, grab... I punch and bite. Its wrong to think the way I do, but I think its alright.
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Added on August 19, 2011 Last Updated on August 30, 2011 Tags: Lost Teenager, confused, scared, alone Author
Siena - Silent Awakenings.United KingdomAboutI adore Writing. ¬¬"Is all we see or seem but a dream within a dream?" - Edgar Allan Poe ¬¬"To live in the world without becoming aware of the meaning of the world is like wande.. more..Writing |
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