February 19, 2014


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A voice within me says “You’re f***ed
Yet a part of me keeps going

The words swirl in my head
Like clouds over a hill
I wish I was a wildhorse instead
Running with the wind…

I’ve made many mistakes in the past
How stupid to think about them now
I was lost and found
Lost and found all over again

This year is the turning point
I can feel it
But how…
’How’ is the key word.

It has always been a carousel ride
A never ending ride
I move forward, you pulled me back
Now I battle, with the demons on my back


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