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Monday, February 6, 2012

Live, to please, to pretend, and to act in favors of others.

For all that I had done, others may be, but I'm not proud of it.

For the courage I needed, it had deserted me.

All is left, is an empty carcass, the one without a soul, nor heart, nor mind.

A living dead, I am.

Voices; they screamed, shouted and cried,

I'm dead, long ago.

What is left, is me.



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