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jun 17, 2003 5:05 p.m. a lie sometimes when i wake, the vile stench of merely breathing is too much to handle. i cry, while tears turns to waste. and i scream, as the silence is too much to bear. i will hold my breath; i will suffocate--and you will see my pain. you will feel the loss of yourself... because you'll realize you were never there and i was never real. |