Chelsea ... Poet I do not know?

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Breathing is hard
Sleep is out of the question
Dreams. 
They don't come good that often
Nowhere I go can I escape
Escape the pain
The insanity
Or life's harsh reality
In the middle of the night I cry
I cry every night
Always for the same thing
Cry
Because I have nothing
My life does nothing but crumble
I have no control I have no say
And no one will bother to help me
Help me break away 
Break away from my harsh dreams
My nights with no sleep
The nights I can breath
And all this crazy insanity
9/10/09

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