I feel like I've been ripped apart
I am the broken face I see
I cannot lie to myself
My heart palpates still
Day in an out
But it churns in my soul
Guilt and lies; a weight I am unaccustomed to
Am I still myself
Have I been torn haphazardly
Into a semblance
Some self
Monday, March 1, 2010
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