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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Mess That Is Us

No easy way out.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
We have to walk straight.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.
Us who no longer are we.
We who were yesterday.
Damage that rips.
Our bare naked souls visible.
Only for us.
No easy way out.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.

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