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Jul 2010
through the static
your voice, barely audible
prattles on

through the haze
your fingers wag
and your body language
barely visible
chides

the armchair, so plush
and comfy, supporting
the weight of the world
that I just shrugged off
my shoulders

my body doesn’t respond
to the signals from my
brain
but that’s fine
as I settle in
eyes slowly closing
on this fuzzy hazy scene

pain, misery, happiness
all mean nothing, nothing means all
as i’m consumed by the void

I can’t explain,
you wouldn’t understand
this is how I wish to be
Written by
Ross
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   alex
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