by Ian Wayne Grant Sparkman

Created on: August 29, 2010

When the sun sets, the birds cease to sing, and the creatures of the night come out to play, I cry. On the inside I feel my soul being ripped, trying to die. On the outside, I smile, I wave and want nothing more than to pull my soul back into a whole. After all the time that has come and gone, my heart grows stronger for you, and weaker for me. I close my eye's and feel the tears running from my eye's. No matter what people say, no matter what I do, no matter what happens I can not hide from this internal torment and conflict. Even though things seem to be coming together, all hope is quickly falling. -

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