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Gone.

The story is quiet simple

It was nothing more than an explosion

Not of words

Not of chemicals

Just thoughts

Sitting in a white room with nothing but me

Wonder why people think what they do

Then all of a sudden it happens

I dont know how this occured or why it did

All I know is without reason I was what erupted

Nothing like a snapping in the brain to completely change a room

Everything thought, hello and both willing and unwilling goodbyes came to me in an instant

Blood rushed to my head for this caused an uneasy feeling of mine

With only seconds of going crazy

Coming back is nothing to me

Rising from this hurt piece of mine, the relief begins

Then something big hits me right in the face

The explosives were on my walls

Thats rights..my shattered pieces placed around me in a oddly fashion




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