Wednesday, May 25, 2005
> a withered tree
/hope buried in a dry cracked desert beneath a withered tree a thousand questions too little too late and into my cocoon of wrapped bandages soaked in tears and defeat i retreat deep within my darkcave my will to live and love a mockery a sham a practical joke i am dead inside the anguish is excruciating i choke i can't breathe words fail me goodbye
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