Entry #4

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This is a poem I wrote a bit ago....if rather not go into why....unless you absolutely MUST know.

Without any further adue, here it is....

I rip myself open, trying to fix everything.

I loose myself, trying to find out who I am.

My skin screams.

Begging to be something else.


My soul aches.

Wishing to be free.


My mind dies.

Pleading to be heard.


My body cries.

Wishing to be me.


And still I smile.

I hide my pain.

And everyone believes it.


Any questions, comments or concerns can be addressed to me.

Thanks in advance.
-Ash

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