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Nov 2014
The night's silence
Drowned by screaming

Where I should see darkness
I see smiles and tears

I'm so tired
But I'm allowed no rest

Just constant torture
From the ghosts of the past

My body may be still
Yet my mind is running

Days, months, years go by
But my clock ticked only once

My heart knocks on my chest
To make sure I don't go

Consciousness
My prison
Joseph Bucci
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Joseph Bucci  United States
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