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Life is unpredictable.

Submitted:Sep 21, 2007    Reads: 145    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

I died this morning

At 9:22

It was mostly my fault

Not much I could do

Thoughts of uneasiness

Mostly just dread

Disillusioned my views

Just fucked with my head

Never did I thought

Would I end up this way

I look to the sky

And the sky, it turned gray

As I put down the paper

To shut what I've read

My heart came to a stop

And there I fell dead


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