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Feb 2013
I run myself further everyday because the voices keep shouting louder.
Their taunts chase me down and force my eyes to close and teeth to clench.
I get ****** down into the hole again.

They catch me me every time with their trap and I am helpless.
Rocking back and forth I try to drown out all I hear with the only words that help me find solace...
I am nothing, I am truly nothing...

With the thought of non existence I finally can feel some peace.
This state of unimportance, of numb uncaring destitute 'kills it all away, it makes me disappear.'



*Summer2004
Peter Pan
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Peter Pan  USA
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