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Sickness
written by AthiestAnarchist11:12 PM 2/12/05Sickness
None of thse things make sence
Clouded mind
Running out of time
Feeling like I'm dieing everytime I take a breath
Feeling like this time, I might not cheat death
So cold, yet sweating
How dark my world is getting
Fading fast
Passing out
Someone take my hand and help me out
Talk to me, make sure I'm still alive
Just make sure that I don't die
Shaking
Faking being ok...
Don't ask me because I am pretty fucking far away from ok today... |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by 666wait_and_bleed666 (2-13-2005 - 07:32 PM)
| Sounds like my life. Very moving poem. Good job. |
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