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Grasp
Face to face
with harsh realities.
Have to wonder,
what is there to fight for?
Can't catch my breath,
as everything catches up.
Am I alone?
Trying to hold on,
after getting lost
so many times.
Living on the edge
doomed to darkness
and despair.
It feels like,
there's nothing left.
A small noise of hope,
it rang out.
But it's out of grasp...
(September 20th, 2012)
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