Needaheartorsuch

Aug 26, 2008 20:57

I'm grabbing for every possible string to hold on to.
Anything to give me strength
To hold me up.
To hold to together.
To hold me.
I think I'm falling apart.
I think I already fell apart.
This isn't loneliness.
This is being alone.

This isn't poetry. This is me. Inside.
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