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Oct 2009
Blades of sharpest steel pierce me
Until my soul is numbed
By man and natures cures

I see not around me
Those also torn and broken
Within their watchful despair.

I see not that if I were observing
The destructive writhing agony
Of  those who hold my heart

I too would be more broken
Than even now in my careless
Wasteful destruction.

I see not that I wrench the heart from my loved ones,
With my blind endeavors to **** my pain,
In my struggle for survival.

I see not that I would move heaven and earth
To mend their pain
If I were the observer.

Numbed within my cave
I see nothing but cold,
Lonely despair
And darkness.
Written by
Karen Christian
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   Kirsten Autra
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