My Thoughts
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2011-06-30 02:42:38 (UTC)

Help Me

Darkness surrounds my quiet place, no longer is it my happy place as I cannot see the light that is seemly forever dim and never bright. Dear light where art thou, the truth is I need you here and now as this darkness surrounds my quiet place, I break down and the evidence is tears streaming down my face. Painted pain, pleading words, lost, longing, lingering and deeply submerged in this darkness that surrounds my quiet place. Finding focus seemly hopeless as it is too dark to see that things are not so tragic in the midst of tragedy, but as bad as it may not be, I need a hand, help me.