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67 Suicides

My eyes are open yet I see nothing because there is nothing to see, I go to my job and stare at the clock there's nothing that I want to be, I long to be conscious when I am asleep perhaps in my dreams I am free, I seem alive but I'm really half-dead and my path is strewn with debris.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 3/22/2012 6:09:00 PM
Interesting work that you have penned...Sara
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Date: 12/30/2011 1:05:00 PM
Beautiful poem, Danielle :) I love the rhythm and such deep meaning behind it al :) MY kind of poetry! Thanks for sharing, Love, J.
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Date: 12/24/2011 8:45:00 PM
Danielle, wow...i love the depth where this came from... especailly the part where you say...there is nothing to see... Have a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. May your Wishes come true this coming Year! God, bless you and your happy family. Always, here to enjoy the love that goes around the soup... ~p.d.
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Date: 11/18/2011 5:36:00 AM
* "I Love Your Beautiful Name My Dear, Sweet Danielle * The Flavour of This Soulit Poem * Bringing Something Clinging Amid The Darker Shades Perhaps * Smiling Into Yohr Beautiful Eyes * My Luv, Always * Sarah." *
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