Words from a Tortured Soul's World
"Untitled Work from 11/99"
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Pulsing through my head in abstract rythm
Thoughts of my future, of my numbered days
Of you and I alone - will that ever happen?
Is it useless to hope that someone will come?
That, out there, is really a person to save my soul from me?
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