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The Final Dream
written by cryptic_misery08:15 PM 6/14/04
Walking into a dream.I feel like I'm emaciated. The feeling is noxious. Slipping into acoma...it's getting harder to breathe. I'm numb to all emotions now and I don't know what to feel anymore. I wish someone would just cure the pain. Gray skies float above, the underworld below. Running, faster and faster. Nothing matters inside me here, this life is just a dream. So as I fade, I walk out back into myself, I sleep, awaking never again....
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (6-15-2004 - 04:59 PM)
| I'm really feeling this poem, it has a lot of depth, well done |
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