I lay awake at night

December 24, 2007
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I lay awake at night
and contemplate
all the things I have sacrificed.
I hate the thought
that I gave up my life,
for a dying cause
that's not worth the fight.
I refuse to bleieve
that all the life I let bleed through me
was worthless and forgotten.
That everything
was left to rot in misery.
How a cherished time
in a morning light,
can turn to bloodshed,
in the blink of an eye.
I do not know,
I cannot understand,
how we spite our fingers
so we cut off our hand.





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