May 5, 2009
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Little wet bullets pummeling the ground
mimics the strenuous thumping of
aching muscle- the only thing keeping
me awake, here in this claustrophobic
box of a room. I used to have you, a
distraction from the things missing
in my life. Instead, the only thing left
is the sound of my heart racing the rain.

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