Sunday, February 13, 2011




I've been through,
Rocks, fire and coal.
It's placed a terrible burden,
Upon my soul.

So bitter, so dark,
So cold, so jaded.
Living a result,
I thought was fated.

When it comes to fate,
Can we really know?
Each tomorrow's a discovery,
As we go.

It could happen that I will feel better,
Even if I never think I will.
I guess we won't really know,

06 20 08

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