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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

This too will vanish


3am, sometimes 2:52 in preparation (so it won't come as a shock)
She comes round again
These days I try to shut my eyes tight and forget
My body heavy like cement unmoving
My brain sparking fires
Thousands at a time
Trapped within
I know what I should do
but I don't
Posted by Megan Chapman at 3:26 AM

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