Salvaging whats left of who I am
soon it will become who i was
rafters... who ever would have thought...
wooden beams that have i chosen
hold me steady and true
now the rope feels course in my hands
feels course around my neck
Just a little longer heart
you wont suffer no more
like barbwire around my soul
it's just a need, a will to die
causing torment
I cant chose you
or you
I cant even chose myself...
What did you think
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very nice
it is a very well piece keep them coming and also thanks a million for sharing
I will be reading you again
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