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Half-Life

June 1, 2011
By owlsane SILVER, Scarsdale, New York
owlsane SILVER, Scarsdale, New York
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Favorite Quote:
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


I'm dividing exponentially
I'm decaying like something you've forgotten to eat
I'm listening to something that's farther away than it used to be.
Do you remember how I walk-
had walked.
My shoulders are bent over my knees.
I can't walk.


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