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Almost gone
I stand still and expressionless... But no one is painting a portrait of me
My feet are trembling and my hands are sweating like man on death row
Caught in my own game of lies for the first time
Their is no ceiling for his intelligence... His mind can take him as high as he wants to go
Smaller than any creature of the world I felt at that moment
Poison in my hand... It's poison to him but an escape from reality to me
Up to this point I've been living a lie... I haven't even been in my own body
My eyes are heavy like stone and as red as a brick wall with a lot beating to it
But I will no longer run from myself
Dying slowing is what I was doing
I thought I was hiding but I was only closer to death than anything else
A ha! I read this when I
A ha! I read this when I couldn't comment and now I CAN! This was a beautiful story, I love the ending and the poison versus escape brilliant analogies words woven to create the mood lost under the spell of the underdogs story thanks! SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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