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I hear it tick inside his brain,
He�s waiting for a reason, to pretend that he�s sane. He whisper to me, through the dark of his house, Says he feels sad, that he�s as scared as a mouse. There�s nothing to say when he cowers inside, There�s nothing to do, he feels no sense of pride. Outside of his head his family waits. I wish he could see that we�re not full of hate. An arm of an angel, I place on his waist. His numb to my life, has no sense of space. I�m turning twenty, but he is much more. I lend him a shoulder, but he stares at the floor. 10.10.06 |