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Friday, February 10, 2006


   Poem Of the Week!
Scene 1
Timeless, emptyness
Nothing exists
There is nothing to miss
Nothing to see, you can't see
It doesnt exist
You are nothing
Neither is the person sitting next to you
You are the figment of you very own imagination
you dream yourself; you dream your life; you dream your dreams.
You dream everything you've thought you've seen.
You haven't touched what you say you've touched.
You haven't lived the way you thought you did.
Everything that is real is unreal.
It doesnt exist
Not the people you've met
Not the hearts you've felt
Not the tears you've cried with the only too real pain.

The only thing that exists are your dreams- and the dreams you've dreamed.


But finally, after all the tears, Ive drowned
After all the cuts, blood still runs down
The distance between us is hurting; my heart seared,
But the closeness was what really killed me, what I really feared

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