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Jan 2012
twisted and insane
broken and starved
blind but driven
i cant feel a thing
nothing matters anymore
i cant see a thing
i can only feel where i want to be
im hungry
i refuse to feed
tired
but all i do is sleep
its all i cant do
in this demented place
i  sleep
i wake but not to eat
but for the after meal smoke
ill nibble a bit
while i sit
and wait
impatiently
Michael McBride
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