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Author: Jamie Giacomelli
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-22-04 - Updated: 11-22-04 - id:1765250

Hear my words
Fucked up to the end
Straight through your heart
My heart
Straight through my soul
Cold
Here I am freezing
Boiling
Overheating
Release is what I crave
Only one form left
Straight through your mother fucking heart
Feel!
Believe!
I cannot
Incapable of positive emotion
Freedom!
Escape!
Rings out clear
My scream
From the rooftop
Wanting to run
Needing to hide
Fucked up inside
Tearing apart
Words blur
Memories collide
All sense of direction lost to me
Straight through your heart
My heart
You seem fine
Why should I suffer more?
You are in the wrong
I am innocent
Fearless!
Free!
Able to live my life how I want to
The world is my oyster.
I never did like seafood
The world is not my oyster
The world is my prison
Straight through your mother fucking heart
Pierce mine
Free me
Not likely
Never running
Always hiding
Trapped



© Copyright 2004 Jamie Giacomelli (FictionPress ID:359851).


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