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Monica Rose Oct 2010
The lingering mist,
A fog of forgetfulness
Cleansing all that you ever were
This new beginning, your cure
Forgotten yourself and left empty
A lost identity
Monica Rose Sep 2010
Tired and fatigued
Every ounce of strength has
Escaped me
Leaving my body worn and spent
I lay here, thinking
Nothing comes —
It all takes too much to try
To muster the will to survive
My lack of resolve
Has left me undone
My struggle, this fight
Left to be won

— The End —