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Saturday, 23 May 2009

Diary Of Nothing

Face down on the carpet
Where you always said I'd belong
Thrown into the comfort
The pain muffles out our song

Head first into the concrete
After all the things you said
My life is now so complete
The coldness is my bed

Turn towards the mirror
The wall between myself
And all that lies beyond me
In that little shard of wealth

Where all I know is useless
And all I don't is dead
My tries simply are fruitless
So I shall keep myself instead





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