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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.
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Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 12:08 PM UTC
Bitter Recourse For The Starving
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.
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Afghan
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 12:08 PM UTC
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