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Friday, July 15, 2011


Stuck in a whirlwind,
Gasping for air.
Worse than suffocation,
But something like deprivation.

Feeling after feeling,
Weighed upon my shoulders.
Not knowing if I want to remain,
Or move further.

These thoughts tremble through my dome,
Leaving me in the zone
And feeling alone...

No more room for mistakes,
Thus avoiding confusion.
My life is an open book,
Time to write my conclusion…

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