Trapped.
Trapped.
No escape.
Frantic squeezing of the eyes.
Maybe if I hope strong enough,
it'll all go away.
Trapped.
Need to move.
Can't move.
Can't lie anymore.
Can't tell the truth.
Trapped.
Trapped.
Trapped, between a wall and you
lunes, 13 de octubre de 2008
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