Dwell In Possibility
a collection of outbursts and rants
Monday, April 13, 2009
Color Me Happy
I drift through thorn bushes,
Cut incessantly by each dagger,
Scraped,
Caught,
Scared,
I wander aimlessly,
Slowly bleeding,
To my death.
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