My thoughts, poems and short stories
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Emptied Life
Hit me hard and please wake me up
Pinch me, shake me and don’t let go.
This can’t be happening.
I can’t feel a thing and yet I’m gonna be sick.
I can’t
I can’t
I can’t
Until now I didn’t have any regrets.
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