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| Irony - I am standing here... (My legs gave away forever ago.) ...amongst everyone... (I'm all alone now.) ...listening to all of the commotion... (I do not hear.) ...and seeing the beauty that surrounds me. (I see nothing.) The sweet scent of life fills my nostrils... (it's a lot like the bitter stench of death.) ...and a feelinig of joy overwhelms me. (I feel nothing but cold.) I have always been truly alive. (And it only took dying to realize that...) _______________________________________________________________________________________ |