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Thursday, June 15, 2006

Final Plea

I feel all alone
In a room so small
That appears endless
With walls infinitely tall
The room fills with smoke
And the walls brightly burn
My head spins slowly
As the walls start to turn
I reach for he middle
Of the previously white room
Praying for God to come
Wondering if this is my tomb
How the Hell
Did I end up dying and crying here?
Lord, don't create these tears
Lord, bring me one less fear

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