Chose or be choosenA Poem by chandlerl
Is it a choice
to be so numb, or is it ignorance to douse the fire within? The coffee does not wake me. Inside I feel broken. Time cannot heal this hopeless regret I feel. I'm at the edge of reason. © 2012 chandlerl |
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Added on December 13, 2012 Last Updated on December 13, 2012 |

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