not the night,
nor the day,
offer a hand
to me in the
pit
not the dark,
nor the light,
give me hope
that I can one
day escape
not the smile
nor the frown
entertains the
thought of
survival
not the future,
nor the past,
wantons a
clue to my
past, or my
future
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 6:36 PM UTC
not the night,
nor the day,
offer a hand
to me in the
pit
not the dark,
nor the light,
give me hope
that I can one
day escape
not the smile
nor the frown
entertains the
thought of
survival
not the future,
nor the past,
wantons a
clue to my
past, or my
future
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