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The world reflected in my eyes,
A mask in which I hide the pain,
You can’t tell how much I cry.
My souls falls like a deadly rain,
Alone, I sit to watch and wait.
Torn between the thought of choice.
A hidden fight, two sides debate.
I try to yell, but find no voice.
A question asked without an answer,
A chasm deep, dark, no end.
There is no one.
Posted: 2005-02-18 22:44:21 UTC

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