Mallory's Poetry
Monday, May 9, 2011
Solitude
Sitting alone, up in my room
Only my music to keep me sane
Little do I know
It’s only just beginning
The pain slowly slips away
Until it’s practically imperceptible
Do I really want this?
Every day is pain, anyway.
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