Sunday, 1 August 2010

OneHundred And SeventyOne

The tennis balls roll of the bed, bouncing against the soft carpet.
I Don't Remember how I got Here.
I really can't.
Can't remember how I got to feel this way,
To be so lost in everything thay surrounds me.
To not know who You are.
Or Why You drag me around.
Theres nothing that I don't know, until You re-write it again.
I may not Know how I got here.

But I do know how to Escape.

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