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Laying Strong
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*~ Dark Poetry ~* July 1st, 2004
Quiet and still
No motion, no thrill
No wind to talk
No time to tick or tock
No rain to cry
No sun to kiss the morning sky
No burn or bruise to heal
No pain to make it all real
Laying so still
Thoughts of my pills
How I feel so ill
I'm laying here with all thrill
Twisted and torn
With no forewarn
This is my proof that I am strong
Laying here where I belong
