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I dig past the pain and I find even more.
Broken fragments I cannot string together.
My guilt is over whelming, yet I cannot find the crime.
Alone, afraid, fearful, paralyzed.
I cannot throw you away and yet I cannot embrace the gravity of your truth.
I run, cry, fight for addiction and fill my world with activity to avoid
the stay still truth you know.
Too much to think on.
I'd rather sleep.
God help me.
Feel for me, what I cannot.