Memoirs of a Mad Woman
Transformation is not a Future Event. It is a Present Activity
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Poem
My heart ripped from my chest. Shattered into a million pieces.
Eyes blood shot red.
Can I wake up from this nightmare yet.
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