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memories past midnight
Saturday, November 1, 2008
who, can she turn to,
to let loose,
let everything go,
she choses not to tell
whatever her heart desires,
to not say anything,
not show,
not see,
not speak
not breathe the air she breathes,
she cowers against pillars,
in which she seeks strength
to speak up
in what she believes,
the world itself bring forth
a world of wonders,
one she sees as God's gift of courage
and honesty.
who can she turn to,
to let loose,
let go of everything
she had ever dreamed of...
glanced at the mirror at 2:24 AM