Here we go again
I can feel it creeping up on me
Walking the aisle of the supermarket,
I can see it creeping
Reading the School newsletters,
I can see it creeping
Invitations to parties and celebrations,
I can feel it creeping
Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.
Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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