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What are we to do?


Submitted:Sep 15, 2010    Reads: 48    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I can't feel it,
I never feel it,
Until,
Bleed....
What I see is mine,
Yet I'm trapped.
I'm inside out,
Looking at all the possibilities,
Searching for the key.
There is none,
Hope.
I'm all for show,
Push here,
I do this,
Tap here,
I do that.
Breaking,
And thinking,
Cracking,
And twitching.
I see the world as pretty,
But I see agony,
In my mirror.
Invade me,
Abuse me,
I can't feel you anymore.
Degrade me,
Inflate me,
I will never know what you do.
Decay.





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