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where ive always been

The air in this tomb sticks to my lungs offers no relief The moments of comfort are short and brief the darkness engulfs all of my senses like the wrapping of guilt in so many confessions maybe i deserve this twisted fate this ironic end what i wouldn't give know just for a friend my body grows weaker as the ordeal carries on i pray this time tomorrow i will already be gone laying in this bed i feel its my coffin my casket don't know where I'm going but ill get there in a hand basket even though i know its almost over regret seems to be my only companion inside there is enough sorrow to feel the grand canyon this late in the end i cant find the strength to speak so much left unsaid am i wicked or just weak i think people are here with me voices and a familiar face the people i love cant follow me know they must stay in this place if theres more after this life has passed me by ill wait for you all on the other side i hope I've left fond memories with you all you kept me standing after every single fall

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 1/30/2010 9:36:00 AM
WoW. VERY impressive. You may want to correct the typos for easier reading. Some corrections of the past/present tense of words. But the profoundness of this piece is truly magnificent. Death is something people are afraid as a topic I have found. What a really mind provoking piece. Thank you so much for sharing with me. Have a great day! Scarlett
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