Solitude by Lance Boudreaux
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Fragmented
There are things I can only faintly remember
And I'm pulling so hard on the memory
That I tear it into pieces
With the scraps at my feet
All I can do is fall to my knees
And try my best not to weep
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