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| Bring me a shovel. | |
| By sarahh | ||
| 09 October 2008 | ||
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I'm stuck, trapped in this hole so deep and endless. No way out, confined by my own mind. From this dark void that fills more then the area it can possess, From where I'm perplexed I can see everyone's foot prints, Seeing their world so difficult, but happiness forever collects. Happiness is breaking out of the routine everyone has, buried deep in their subconscious mind that shows their best. As for me, I am here to stay. Ready for a fight, but I am not on my way, war is much more then a good game of chess. Trade in our guns and tanks for shields and swords, like the good olds days, they are the ones truly blessed. Fight for glory, fight for peace, and close enough to see their face. The faces of the unknown will fill the depth of your chest. The pain will never go. From this prison, I am still a mess, stuck forever in my mind own creativeness.
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