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Feb 25, 2010 13:15

It's hard to hold together
the fragments
tattered remnants
of the fabric
of my peace of mind
scattered on the wind
I reach out in vain
always slipping from my fingers
blown in yet another
emotional cyclone
destructive force beyond my control
blowing like a gale
a mother-fucking hurricane
of the soul!

writing, angst

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