PRISONER BY CHOICE
PRISONER BY CHOICE
Late?
It is always late when I come to this place.
This place that harbors my soul.
Alone?
How could it be any other way?
Not my choice.
Totally my choice.
Dark?
I like it dark.
No, I need it to be dark so I will not see the pain.
The pain that will not leave me in peace.
The pain I seek.
Quiet?
...
Thursday 24th October 2013 9:07 pm
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