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by Holly Jun 7, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
So many visions, not all can be viewed. Scrambled message that can’t be pursued. Red eyes left cold and swollen. Her heart of gold was stolen. Keeper of keys, breaker of souls. Unconquerable hunger, empty bowls. Twisted words, straight response. Handle anger with nonchalance. Sweetness of honey, sour of grape. Fickle tormenters you can not escape. Watch slowly as a golden heart will sink. Erase the mind so you can think. Put the pieces back together. Break away from the tether. Dig the dirt to fill in the holes. Open the wings of the broken souls.