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Monday, August 28, 2006
 
Two dead stones are nestled deep in me,

Dragging my soul through dark waters.


Through murk.

Through damp.

Through darkness.



As long as I remain hopeless, nothing will ever become.


As long as the wrong outweighs the right,

And the bad smothers the good.



This is my life.

In the end I’m tortured still.













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