Monday, November 22, 2010

Underneath it All

Breakdown. I can’t find. I can’t feel. Anything.
Hit with sharp knives, things that have been affecting you subconsciously. 
And you just want to feel alright. But that feeling isn’t there anymore. 
Every smile you see, every laugh you hear, I have forced out of me. 

And you believe it all.

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