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Alone...
February 23, 2010
My Tears could fall unwanted
upon my sheets.
So gentle,
So quiet
that they could not be heard.
But i felt the ache there,
thick in my throat.
Burning in my chest.
Stinging in my eyes.
Pain was in front of me ,
and now resting in me.
So close that you could hear it
scream , "Suffer".
And i was Suffering.
In the coldest , cruelest way possible.
I Screamed for help.
Not a sound to my rescue.
I Cried for a little bit of sympathy.
But that didn't work either.
The darkness invaded me.
From that point on,
i Knew
I was
Alone....
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