Creta. Bombs. Exhaustion.

17Jun08

If I carefully crafted my words onto a single spaced loose leaf sheet
would you understand how I feel?
Instead, I might carve out my fears and angers onto your skin with a knife,
You might cry out, screaming for an end to the agony.
I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop because you need to experience
what I experienced.
And it’s [...]

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