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They live in my mind all the time and they don't know. They dwell in my heart all the time and they don't know. They are the cause for it all and they don't know. They are the most precious of my things and they don't know. They cause the sun to shine gray and they dont know. They cause the dark to go away and they don't know. They steal the breath from me and they don't know. They cause the life in me and they don't know. Being without them is a living death An undeath. And I'm scared I'm getting used to the exsistence of this I can feel me dying And yet there is nothing amiss. I feel normal and so I must truly be lost. I feel alive when I know I am not. I feel content when there is only loss. I must be dead and my soul was the cost.
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Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
Realization of Unlife
They live in my mind all the time and they don't know. They dwell in my heart all the time and they don't know. They are the cause for it all and they don't know. They are the most precious of my things and they don't know. They cause the sun to shine gray and they dont know. They cause the dark to go away and they don't know. They steal the breath from me and they don't know. They cause the life in me and they don't know. Being without them is a living death An undeath. And I'm scared I'm getting used to the exsistence of this I can feel me dying And yet there is nothing amiss. I feel normal and so I must truly be lost. I feel alive when I know I am not. I feel content when there is only loss. I must be dead and my soul was the cost.
anthony-drake
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Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
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