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Mar 2014
On this island,
I'm suffocating.
Dying of thirst,
walking aimlessly,
with nothing on the horizon.
I need to go somewhere
not encased in death
or depression.
Somewhere I can't drown.
Somewhere the tidal wave can't reach.
Somewhere with sunshine.
Somewhere dry and endless.
Somewhere I can get lost,
and never be found.
With all unknown faces, new.
Not this trap I'm stuck on.
Everyone knows each-others business
but no one knows it.
I want to know
I'm unknown.
Β© M.S.
pushthepulldoor
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pushthepulldoor  ATX
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