~In your eyes

9:06 PM - 3/14/06

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1989

      Son of a bitch place this is. Hands off sort of a world. I've run away so many times, I can't run anymore, I can't leave myself behind, because everywhere I go I still see my reflection in the eyes of strangers. My life has ceased to be a problem, now it's just a plain burden. Death is supposed to be the final chapter, the final release, but no one knows. I fear I may still live after I die. Still ache, still despair, only there may be no release from death. It may be quite final, but producing no release from pain. I was once flooded by love, now the waters have receded leaving only the filth clinging to me. Another rain may wash the filth away.