Overwhelming past

by Marcie   Sep 5, 2004


I am walking away
I have nothing to hold
I feel like a round peg
in a square hole.
Life has so much hurt
I should know that
people have walked on me
like a doormat.
So through all the death
sorrow and tears,
I'm looking for some light
and putting up a fight
but, Save me now and save me fast
before I am overwhelmed
by the past....

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