I am the something. – 11/27/14

Sacrifice for a pretty life;

for the one you’re groomed to want.

Mind fuck of an error that all is.

See, something’s got my ankles; finger nails

etching waves as I’m dragged. Down a path

and there is “promise” in the distance.

I want to yell, quit it – but I can’t.

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