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[ariadelle]

Sitting here,
half awake,
an insomniac in denial
staring at the dimmed computer screen
wishing I could take back half the things
i said
i did
yes,
wishing I could undo the past and relax from my back breaking position,
holding myself up on pins and needles

I said I wouldn't run again
and though my feet don't flee me
my body and my mind run laps around the outer walls of the city,
too afraid to deal with the truths and decisions i am faced with everyday

Staring now,
half awake,
a child too timid to face up to her expectations
smelling the scent of burnt ash
from deep within my own heart
wishing I could take back half the things I saw
i said
i did.