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Mar 2011
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
Overwhelmed
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