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Jan 2012
These dreams-
They're killing me
They can't be real
I just want free

In each of these-
To me, he dies
But they can't be true
They're filled with lies

But to just sit here-
While they destroy my life
On the brink of insanity, I know
To live is to die
Poetry Is Life
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Poetry Is Life
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   Zhanara, Beatrix Green and Manny
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