Me.
Break.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Why do I keep throwing punches, when my fists won't stop bleeding?
I'm punching air, yet every swing hurts my arms.
I'm fighting a winning battle, but I'm the only one with broken bones.
I know where I stand, where my next step is, yet I keep tripping over my own feet.
My fists just won't stop bleeding.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 10:14 PM
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