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by Katy Nicholson Jan 31, 2009 category : Life, society / inspirational
I had no way of knowing, Time was measured by each year. I had no way of feeling, Pain was counted by each tear. I must be in sync with my thoughts, Is what I kept telling myself. The cold shoulder never felt so hot, And I kept on denying help. I realize I couldn't see. How easy It had been for me to cry. To withstand the greatest of pain, I didn't have a chance but I sill tried. We really have to be strong, If we want to survive. Because this is such a cruel world. Granted, there's nowhere to hide. Please come and take my hand. I know it's a long walk alone. Until we find ourselves, our place; Let's venture this unknown road.