March 24, 2008
is how i'm feeling like
pure air seems so hard to inhale
the light keeps getting dimmer
the room turns small
faces are just buff figures to me
all alike
so many words heard
yet I can't recognize meaningful sentences
what is to be done?
my grip that holds me on to life
is getting weaker as days pass
hush: listen to the angel's whisper:
"tomorrow's another day, and life goes on"

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