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To live.

Submitted:Nov 25, 2012    Reads: 36    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Waking up to the darkness all around me,

Trying to make out what I see,

Holding on to the nearest living thing,

Could it be that I have ceased to exsist?

Falling deeper and deeper into a dark abyss.

Waiting for the rain to fall on me,

Just waiting for it to wake me up from all of this.

But as the drops fall they begin to die,

And in the mirror I don't resemble who I see.

Or could all of this have been a lie?

How long will it take before I open my eyes?

To be able to see the world as it is..

And not be confined to my hidden cries?

To breathe, to live..

To have a life, to be able to give.

For life, eternal.

To rise, not infernal.


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