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Dark Jewel Jun 2014
The world blurs,
As the storm clouds my vision.
I struggle to stand straight,
I cant stand at all...

My breathing is shallowed,
My head is seeing double..
What is this?
Why am I weak?

Stand... Straight..
I cant see...
This world is spinning,
All around me..  

*(faints)
True poem....

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