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Mar 2014
It's over
she says as she watches me convulse with sobs
and it's the only thing she sees
the things she doesn't see
is how this has happened before
how worthless I feel to the world
how I've cried myself to sleep before
and I still have no idea why
that I feel so
E
   M
       P
         T
            Y
like a rusted cog in the clockwork
she thinks
that if I
S N A P
            M Y
                   F I N G E R S
it's going to end
that it's all just a
BAD
   DREAM
that I'll sleep off
but the difference between
THIS
         AND A
                      N I G H T M A R E
is that
I can't wake up
Kuahea Kukahiko
Written by
Kuahea Kukahiko  Hawaii
(Hawaii)   
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