December 9, 2010
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I’m exhausted from hiding,
subsiding deep in my writing,
biting through the bitterness called life.
Nothing is pleasant, or replete.
Fighting the creators along the way,
they will never know the day.
The epoch of my ascendancy,
When I may join my friend,
Who slumbers six feet under the surface.
Then together we will sleep forever bliss.

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