There is a hole in my heart. A gaping wound that never quite recovered from the botch job surgery. What was I signing up for at Easter 2006? My alter ego trying to now take over. Perhaps this is just my way of seperating what is really the issue. How stoic. What am I and why am I like that? Now it seems I am surrounded by these alternative choices seeming to look the greener grass.
Part of me wants to walk away. Believe that there is nothing more. That this removed hope has given me nothing but grief. Given me a wet pillow to rest upon. Created a hole in my heart. How can I deal with this? Me, a recovering cardiac arrest patient? I don't know what to do for i am locked in this tandem of a face that does not budge.
Have mercy. Have mercy on me.
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