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Maybe somewhat feeble-minded, I tread in shallow waters because I'm afraid of the deep. Afraid of the unknown. Afraid to go under, not risking a thing because of it; but in return risking it all. I bang on the doors but no one lets me in, turned into a convicted stranger. Wandering the streets of home where I've been neglected; I can always count on this city for that. I work to feed my habbit, not my mind, or my soul. Just the emptyness. Growling because it's hungry, famished from not being fed. Although my wallets filled with ways, the sky is no longer filled with light. But this addiction never sleeps, and time only makes it worse. Hard to believe there's an end to this war. Scary because it may not be the ending that I'm hoping for. I just want it to go away. My footsteps clouded I struggle to breathe. I was eager to rebel leading me to despair, and create nothing but a bomb ready for self destruction. A mutilated mind soaking in the tears I can no longer cry. Counting down the days till I fall off this edge; or until I jump. This puzle has more then one piece missing; it is no piece of art.
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Posted by Kanns13 on 2008-08-11 01:09:06 | Rating: | Views: 19
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