Being my writing toolbox
Sunday, 9 September 2012
My soul is a sewer of regret and hopelessness.
Inside I cry constantly but outside I smile
The louder I laugh, the harder I am crying
Regret and guilt will eat me alive
This must stop but I do not know how.
9/09/2012 01:41:00 pm
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