Sunday, November 6, 2011

Inhibitions

I wish my heart was void.
Void of all sentiment.
Something, anything, to help me run.
Run hard and run fast;
Don’t turn back.
I feel too much.
Too strong.
Too heavy.
Run around,
The clock ticks
Only time will tell
No.
Wrong again.
We call the shots.
I wish my heart was void.
Empty.
Gone.

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