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Nov 2011
Because it's quiet

that's why I write ****

that's when the best ****

comes alive

through the screen

The lights fade from orange to white

and I'm a ghost trapped in between

Shapes fading into one

Watch their faces change colors into none

We all fall down into something unknown



My mind seems like a children's book

changing characters after every scene



I feel a little sick

Influenza has gotten the better of me

This is what D.R.U.G.S. do

Destroy rebuild until God shows

When?

I wanna meet the dude in person

Close my eyes - I've forgotten what I was saying

                          ^until

you see through your own eyes

the blood that I fear for life

don't let it creep through

the forest and the leaves

I'm tripping on the branches

Falling in the trees

I wish I was stronger to get through

I'll see throughthefireandtheflames

I'll see the otherside

My eyes will break free
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
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