I know how it is looked like <br />so I separate from them <br />I know how it feels <br />so I took myself for granted <br /> <br />it makes me hushed, it makes me blind <br />so I try to let it go <br />it never shows what it is <br />so I have to breathe to feel life<br /><br />Peter Kahn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/concealed-6/
