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My heart is there, but my brain is not, and many times I have made mistakes that I regret, but I know one day I will find what's right.
Submitted:May 11, 2011 Reads: 31 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Waking with silence
This blue room echoes with the sound of my past screaming to take me back. My memories fade so dose all the fear, hurt, and sorrow. Admittedly, I blame myself for the fail, but make no mistake, my vengeance for what’s right and just in this war torn heart will prevail, surpassing any and all illusions that my soul can create.
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