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Tuesday, October 11, 2005
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That man in the mirror...
He stares everyday...
That man in the mirror..
He won't go away...
His smile is meloncoly...
His thoughts are dead...
He cares for all...
His wrists are red...
He bleeds deep black..
His sould is gone...
His life a wreck...
Yet he seems to move on...
He dosen't look back...
Shoves aside pain..
And takes life...
This man is a mystery...
A lost cause to some...
The morning sun...
The waining moon...
Angelic light...
Darkened fright...
This man is me..
This man is him...
This man is all...
Can't you see...?
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Sometimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse until your throat rebels and ruptures.
You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen.
And, still, it makes NO difference.
It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you.
And you never know that if it ever did relent...
It would not be because it cared.
-written in blood before
everything went black
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