Floundering, broken, in the mists of these memories...
Forward, and backward, are my motions,
Forward, and backward, my emotions...
Forward, to an unknown destiny, and back to a frightful abyss...
And I wonder... Yes, I wonder...
Clawing, bleeding, will I escape these memories?
Slow, and fast, are my motions...
Slow, and fast, my emotions...
Slow, as my world closes around... Fast and all confusion sets in...
And I wonder... Yes, I wonder...
Crying, screaming, in the pain of these memories!
Cut, and bleed, are my motions...
Cut, and bleeding, my emotions...
Slice, and watch the blood as it runs, bleed out these haunting mem'ries...
And I wonder... Yes, I wonder...
I wonder, of me and my petty conclusions!
I wonder, of you and your sh*t!
I wonder of escaping this sh*t hole called home!
I wonder of getting away!
And I've been wondering... Yes, wondering...
-Rebecca Suzanne Zimmerman
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