But now its like the night is taking up sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be? This misery will suffice."
my head is filled with cluttered matter.
and my heart is molded with iron.
lies lay on those broken lines,
you've done nothing but leave things tattered.
but who suffers more?
afraid to tear my shortened sleeves,
i am unsure.
books remain unread without your questioning.
i know where i stand,
and i know where i have traveled.
do you?
-ashley.
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