mardi 31 août 2010


There is too much anger
And frustration
The feeling that I am still fighting for my freedom
Except I don't know by whom it was stolen.

I try to think, but my thoughts are blurred
I try to write but my words are empty.

It may seem like I am enjoying my own drama
Like I feast on my own unhappiness.

I am trying to find my way out.

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