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I Run To The Hill.

Poetry By: MusicMyLife
Poetry


A man on a mission, with a broken hand, he looks for normality.. He has lost everything...


Submitted:Jun 28, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I break my hand when i smash it on the wall, Anger oozes out of me, It seeps through my pores.. With a broken hand, And a damaged heart, I run to the hill, Where the fire is burning.. The fire is raging, Like satan on a good day, People are observing, Their put into a trance.. Love is killing me, Because i have lost, Lost all my feelings, I am numb..




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