You think you know me but you don't.
How could you?
I don't even know me.
Laid me down to sleep
Woke up a perfect stranger.
Fighting in a war I can't win,
A lone ranger.
My eyes on the prize,
My finger on the trigger.
My aim sucks balls.
Who the fuck am I kidding?
But I can't give up the ghost.
I've come too close.
I can sense it,
I see it,
But as I touch it
It's gone.
... Although I'm just a girl, I have a voice. "Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl."-Anne Frank, diarist
Monday, October 10, 2011
I'm Gone
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