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12/28/2010 6:16:14 AM
Floating	I sit in a coffee shop but I'm not there, not really To the faces around me its just an empty chair, empty The world is large but it's me alone, just me One individual, always standing alone I am closed off, the world is not there, not for me voice talk to me, hold no meaning for me, none My mind is my prison, my life just for me I am a walking corpse, with no place in the sun, no none Nobody can reach me, I am trapped under ice, alone Family and friends are no longer here, they are gone, just gone No life, no stress, no pressure, nothing Through life, though I have none, I am floating Floating.... just... floating... away.
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12/28/2010 6:16:14 AM

I sit in a coffee shop but I'm not there, not really

To the faces around me its just an empty chair, empty

The world is large but it's me alone, just me

One individual, always standing alone

I am closed off, the world is not there, not for me

voice talk to me, hold no meaning for me, none

My mind is my prison, my life just for me

I am a walking corpse, with no place in the sun, no none

Nobody can reach me, I am trapped under ice, alone

Family and friends are no longer here, they are gone, just gone

No life, no stress, no pressure, nothing

Through life, though I have none, I am floating

Floating....

just...

floating...

away.

pages: 1