September 23, 2008
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As our hearts are bleeding
We all feel the pain.
The sun is still shining
Though it feels like rain.
And when we start to feel no more,
We lose sight of what is real.
As our darkened thoughts soar
Goodness loses its appeal.
Life is seemingly nothing
All we can do is dwell
I wish we were all dreaming...
I hope this ends well

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