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From where I stand I see nobody but these papers forged by death itself I quiver in terror silence filled the room, I am deafened I hold onto what is made by death I walk, breath and stare at myself thru the eyes of what sees everything I sighed... Voices in my head everywhere thief of my slumber every night sleepless I become, awake in the dark to stare at nothingness, a habit it become Faith matters no more satiated by despair my desire is the rim awaits me I see hope in the irony I gambled despite perilousness salvation I begged for, save me I ought something happened not devoured by forlornness A fool I am to believe deceived by the majority the rim awaits me I hold, I think not, I wear…period
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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From where I stand I see nobody but these papers forged by death itself I quiver in terror silence filled the room, I am deafened I hold onto what is made by death I walk, breath and stare at myself thru the eyes of what sees everything I sighed... Voices in my head everywhere thief of my slumber every night sleepless I become, awake in the dark to stare at nothingness, a habit it become Faith matters no more satiated by despair my desire is the rim awaits me I see hope in the irony I gambled despite perilousness salvation I begged for, save me I ought something happened not devoured by forlornness A fool I am to believe deceived by the majority the rim awaits me I hold, I think not, I wear…period
#depression#life#death#dark#hopeless#ill#nightmares
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Santa. Rosa Laguna
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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