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Tuesday, February 8, 2011 Feet wounded from always running Around your world, so deceiving. Eyes tainted brown and dirtied By the sinful mud, so putrid. Soul exhausted from always fighting; All you wanted is to go somewhere unseen. Climb the wall that bounds the heavens; Forget the land which kept you hidden. Walk the line of certainties clear; When you reach the end, disappear. Even if I were to disappear off the face of the earth, you wouldn't even notice it. |