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march.2.2004

A few more til it hits,
I start to get the voice.
I wish that I could stop,
but I don't have a choice.

The fears that haunt my mind,
are silenced by my hand.
A couple more go in,
to make them understand.

The darkness turns to light,
if only it were so.
It's now I do not miss,
the ones who had to go.

These things helps me forget,
and numb out all my cries.
But every single day,
a part inside me dies.