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Monday, October 27, 2014

I Found a Thing I Wrote About Two Years Ago

What am I doing?
What have I done?
Am I not who I am?
Am I not who I was?

If I can't answer these,
Solid and true,
How can anyone else,
Especially you?

There is something wrong with everybody
And I desperately need to find out
What is wrong with you.
From the surface, there's nothing.
But there has to be.
Something hidden, something dark.
And I desperately need to find out
What is wrong with you.