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21 September, 2007

something dragged up from yester years - 1

there are so many words
i can't get through them all
where do you find the time, the energy, the passion

i'm slowly being drained
all i see are numbers in this rat race of hate

you stole my colour and replaced it with nothing
i'm lying here a shell...

...days have gone past

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