Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Can They See Me Now?
My head hurts because I have my thoughts so tightly held.
I hold onto you closer then before as I look up from where I sit, Everyone looks at me.
Can they see how lost I am? Or can they see the pain?
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