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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I sit here in my black room, its somewhere in my mind. The time I sit here softly rocking, my way I try to find. Why was I sent to sit here, where there can be no scream. What ever caused this journey must have been evil and oh so mean. I simply want the laughter and acceptance of all that equals me. I simply want the others who say its you I see. You are not such a bad sort, in fact I like you fine. Then why am I sitting in this black room, on straight razors cutting line. I never wake a-morning, and think what harm to do. Never was it my thought to harm, not even just a few. I seek my essential essence, in hopes it sets me free. But all that outside influence, doesn’t want that to ever be. Is there in truth, a white light? Should that road I take? Or will the fires of hell, my soul so rudely bake. Struggle with this razor decisions, struggle with all my might. Sitting in my black room, with no star lit glitter of night. Is there really purpose, or merely chance of fate. The answer be at the ending, for which we endless wait. Choices, choices, are we free to think? Should we make that choice, just how far do we sink? I bought the broken bottle, and felt the sting of pain. I walked into the sunshine, to be soaked by freezing rain. I rode upon the horses, to fast to heed the rein. I stood upon the ties, and taunted... the fast approaching train. Surcease is but a concept, to hold my mind complete. While truth is but a fire, burning hotly at my feet. Does any out there, question, and do they ever wonder? Does any out there think, it be more than senseless blunder Does any out there, have a clue or by chance even know? Does any out there, have a ticket to this eternal show? Will any out there, take the time to reach out and kindly let us know? Silence……………………
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