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Just something I wrote down at 3am when I couldn't sleep. Gonna reword it a bit, but I wanted some feedback.

Submitted: September 06, 2016

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Submitted: September 06, 2016



(Keep in mind I know this needs some work. But I apprecitate all feedback thus far.)

If I put my thoughts to paper will you see inside my head?
If I put my sorrows in the open will you see what I have felt?
And if I say I love you, would you love me all the same?
If you know that I have hurt you, could still say its okay?

The endless road to nowhere that stems from past to then.

Can you even understand the things inside my head?
How my sorrows haunt me and leave me feeling dread?
That my heart is filled darkness, reminisant of the dead.
Why do you stand there pretending I'll atone for what I've said? 

The endless road to somewhere that stems from now to then.

No longer is there anything inside my head.
No longer does my body recognize to feel.
At last its out, what remains is just a hole.
I'm finally alone, standing in the silence. 

The end of the endless road. 

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