holding my tongue
November 12, 2006
catesbool
maybe i was blessed with too much words.
but where do i fit in?
i see no boundaries…
but even there, i can make no room for myself
i always try to make sense and rationalize
but seas move of their own volition
and where do i find my humanity?
within shattered-like mirrors…
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