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Nov 2011
I walk on i am unable to think, i am empty

Life is a idea, I am lost

I fell in a endless Void

each day grows and grows

Just like that your exhale is all that's left of you ..

No mark to leave behind in the river of time.

I am numb,the endless pain of not being able to feel..

I'de rather feel pain.
Gabriel Vazquez
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