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Fog is my darkness,
It lets me hide from life.
takes the burden of the day of my shoulders,
and throws it far, far away.
It blankets me with its husky warmth.
wipes away the tears rolling down my face.
the tears of regret and sorrow,
the tears of others.
no one will see me,
the fog is to thick to pass.
but the crying stops.
and blackness cuts through my mind like a blade.
I turn down and drift away with the fog,
just like the rest have.
Article posted January 27, 2010 at 09:09 AM •
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