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Tired
February 27, 2009
The blood that soaks the ground has hardened.
No force, no pleas can take it back.
the knife that ends my mortal heartache
also takes away the happiness.
I linger in the abyss of nothingness, no emotions to keep me tied down, all feeling of touch and taste are gone.
I'm so tired, so very weary of movement. For once, I'd like the stillness and t he dark.
My existance, life, and love will be forgotten.
If not by others, at least by me.
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