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by Krissy barnes   Apr 21, 2006


Dying slowly
As I sit awake
96 hours
And counting
All I can think
Is why
Why does everyone
Despise
Happiness
Love
Peace
And trust
In my life
While
Betrayal
Heartache
Depression
And loathing
Are welcomed with open arms
Every part of me
On the verge of collapsing
Dying Slowly
As I sit awake
96 hours
And counting

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