Filled with hate then love.
Raising voice, echos through these walls.
Past memories stirring up such burning.
Is this I? Is hate really defining me?
Melting of hate replacing it with guilt.
This is frustration from all the regrets.
Calling out to be heard with a silent voice.
Do you understand me?
It is the bittersweet of life.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
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