Thursday, September 22, 2005

Ryan

My mom said I don't talk about you very much.
It hurts too much.
It hurts like hell.
It's too embarassing.
I'm incredibly weak.
I let a part of me be taken.
I was independent once.
I relied on no one.
(not even God)
Thank you for changing that.
Even though this hurts like hell.



I had a dream you were back.

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