Memoirs of a Mad Woman
Transformation is not a Future Event. It is a Present Activity
Friday, August 15, 2014
Harsh
Your harsh words pierce my heart
Your loud scream deepen my wounds
You make a dead soul want to kill itself
Please leave I can't take it anymore
Forever numb
Forever cold
Hate in my heart
Death in my soul
*my words, my canvas"
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