05 January 2015


//I stare at the lake.
 It is clear.
Like the sky.
But my mind is not.
I can't help it.
I pull the brown hair away from my face.
 The face I once loved. 
The face that was once me.
I am different now.
I am careful now.
Everything will be okay,
I tell myself.
But although my ears can hear by words,
my heart can not.
I am broken. \\

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