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THERE IS NOTHING

February 27, 2007

There is nothing I can see but the blur picture of my sad life
There is nothing I can hear but the loud beat of my broken heart
There is nothing I can taste but the bitterness of my unwanted experiences
There is nothing I can smell but the foul odor of my withering spirit
There is nothing I can feel but the paroxysm of my anger

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