It's time for me to face the music through the tick-tocks of the broken clocks nailed to the rusted walls, I call my life, while digging pits inside my hearts to make shallow graves for the mistakes that never truly stay away...They resurface in the nightmares you create for me, since I'm the child with my nose stuck in the corner..."I do better next time," but next time has already ended like relationships with best friends that lasted only for a day...due to car crashes, demolished chances, and shards of broken light they run away. I know that you will never understand my words for they are the junkyard and your the dog locked behind the mettalic gates of my half-truths.
Shardell2007 Community Member 
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