Shannon Snyder (07-17-1994 / Anaheim)
i twist and turn in bed at night.
of what to say.
i realize that same day that when i am ready,
i will know what to say.
if i apologize when i do not mean it,
is it really an apologee?
or am i just tricking that one person on the reciving end.
they may think i'm sorry,
but i know i'm really not.
and when my time comes to say....i will turn and walk away.
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