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It is you

What is that?

That feeling...

sadness and loneliness and pain,

they've all met up,

and now they are curled

rocking back and forth in the pit of my stomach.

Depression is punching my heart in frustration,

but frustration

he is ambling through my mind

causing confusion and indifference

while they are meticulously

somewhat unwillingly gnawing at my muscles.

What is that?

The amalgamation of unpleasantness;

something of vast immeasurable and uncertain importance is missing.

Missing.

What could it be?

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American
Published
Feb 13, 2010
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