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Inside Your Shell.
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useless 2:29 and all is well.
I tried to keep breathing, but instead i'm in hell.
Will you remember, and remember me well?
Or will you forget about how far i fell?
And in this morning, are you sleeping well?
I tried to wake you, but you just wouldn't tell.
You know the secrets, yes you know them well.
Why aren't i sleeping, and not escaping hell?
You know this is simple, i know you can tell.
But still you are sleeping, inside your own shell.
I wish i remembered, and remembered it well.
2:34 and still it is well.
Still i am dreaming of escaping this hell.
When it's 2:35 and there's nothing to sell,
Will you wake up from dreaming, and enter my shell?
This damn thing just deleted my critique...
What I wanted to tell you was that I still love this poem and read it almost everyday-it's taped to my latin folder.
Some of the best poetry is written on the fringe.I like this piece.Everyone can identify with it at some time...usually at 2:29!
Wow, I love this poem so much. I will print it, hang it on my wall, read it everday, read it to everybody crossing me on the street... It's so great! Please try to publish your stuff, okay?!?
Rachael You wrote this well I enjoyed this poem as you can tell I also like the way you smell Okay then fare thee well Bye bye Rachael Sincerely Alexander Grahm Bell...I mean Nick Damn I screwed up the rhymes
i liked the rhyming - damn good. what happ'd? boy hurt you or other? curiousity strikes me...
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