January 2011
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What’s holding me back? What’s keeping me from telling you the truth, and nothing but the truth? What’s a question without a honest answer?
I’ll tell you what’s holding me back. The bittersweet memories, the way the world isn’t spinning for us.
The way the secrets are hidden beneath the skin.
I am sick of hiding everything but I do.
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I reach out to find nothing.
I reach inward and still nothing.
So I look upward but see only stars that remind me of the stars in the eyes that put me in this place, making me cringe.
So I look downward and shuffle my feet as I go in this sick game.
Called life.