Sometimes I feel a deep ache
Inside myself, so deep
That the ocean couldn't fill it.
So, what do I do, I hide it.
Try to fill it,
with other meaningless things.
But it seems to get deeper,
Any way you look at it,
The problem needs mending,
But are we always willing?
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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