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Dec 2010
Pathetic feelings take me
As my inner voice
Cries out for my spirit
A mere corpse in a muddy field
It never shall rise.
What can I think, of this life
When an eternity of effort
Reaps the same reward
As none at all
Why is it worth it,
When it all comes crashing down
And may as well never have been?
Written by
Tam Robbie
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