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I don't know any more.


Submitted:Apr 16, 2011    Reads: 22    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


OH! Treacherous fiend, how you taunt me…
Mock me, tease me, and laugh if you must. Just let me be.
It hasn't but been a year since I've known the "I" I once was.
Like a descending bee into the flesh pits of life, I steadily lose my buzz.
How simply beautiful were the times that filled the yesteryear;
All recollections seem like distant stories of some novel, not of life's smear.
"Believe." A simple word to utter, but to follow, how can it be so?
When enveloped in an existence that swallows one up, can I flow?
Forget me, go on, and choose to never look back.
I alone am just another unlucky victim to minds black.
Come on, reinvention, creation, powers all at my will.

If only could the pages just become without white and fill.





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