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| Powerless, waking in a pool of despair. Not knowing what to do to undo the tragedy that happened to you. This horrible act of violence which you had to endure. After such long time of conscious intoxication, getting worse by letting go. Needing that door to mental escape. Victims never asked for pain. Why must things be this way? Contemplating the things to take revenge, to make the violator pay for his acts but nothing possible comes to surface. Brooding for days while my heart bleeds with yours. Hoping you'll get by and pick up your life. Praying that it'll be beautiful for the rest of it. (Dedicated to Britt) jOhNduDe 23-1-2004 00:50 |
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