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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Wanderer

Wide awake
Entrapped within thoughts
Weaving endless threads
Never coming together; always apart
Grasping at something, anything
Always falling, never steady
I cannot hold on- where's my strength?
Wait, go back
I can't...
I'm too far gone
Give me a hand, any hand-
ANYBODY?
Are you there- am I that alone?
Save me...
For I cannot save myself.


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