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Dec 2009
What is the secret?  Why can't it  be told?
I want to be warm, I cannot stand cold
Who are these strangers?  Who let them out?
They speak in a whisper, when I want to shout
They're dazed and unfeeling, aliens to me
They stare in my eyes,but they cannot see
I'm merely a human who has lost self esteem
I somehow feel ***** and cannot get clean
I'm lost in oblivion somewhere in time, where nothing makes sense and nothing has rhyme
It's damp and it's dark here, there's some sort of fear
No one has emotions and nothings held dear
A strange little universe , where there's only night
There is no incentive, there is no more fight
I've run and I've run , I'm now out of breath
There is no more life here
This must be Death
Written by
Dot Callari
594
   Kirsten Autra
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