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Dec 2009
Life's an illusion.
A facade of actions.
So to sleep, I'm bidden.
And from friends I hasten,
Towards self-destruction.

I think.
I feel.
And yet it all seems unreal.

I blink.
I breathe.
But beneath, turmoil seethes.

The brink,
I face.
And failing, to repose I race.

I shrink.
I shun.
But it's from myself I run.

I sink.
I rend.
And into oblivion I descend.
Written by
Zubair Hussaini
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