Its not needed.

It seeps in to the cracks

The cracks of my soul

The thing i had

The thing that I did not know of

Were it came from I don’t know

How it grew…that I do

I feed it all day long

The spite I swallow

The words I whisper

It is no big deal

Rely it’s all it needed

To grow and grow

Till I didn’t know

It seeped in to my soul

In a way, I am not shore

To let it go

Were should I hide

Can I hide?

Shadow my self from what I made

The thing that is what I am

What I mad…

It’s me

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  • Guy Hogan on Apr 5, 2010

    Yes, I think we do have a great deal to do with who we turn out to be. The child gives birth to the adult.

  • yes me on Apr 5, 2010

    You only have to be, which you choose to be, and change is an ongoing proses of that and you, cheers liked that muchly.

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