"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I feel betrayed
Empty, confused
I can't understand where this came from
Why it couldn't have been different
Why I still don't think of you
This makes no sense
I want to stop being a zombie
I wish I could just be there
I want to be hurt but I can't be because I lied too
Just...not the same at all

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