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knee deep in the mud where
life never grows we feel no pain no passion no sorrow all is calm... lights flicker skies darken the sun never shines no warmth here... only ice breaking in the wind solitude of ones mind is the only grip on reality and such a small memory captured in slow motion... falling deeper into sleep listning out for a noise or a hum something to rest ones mind but only silence intrudes... must focus on better times establish boundries that sanity will not cross bleed with me the pain of solitude... do i smell the sweet fragrance of perfume or is it imagination playing tricks on an already contorted mind... relax now take a breath of stale air the mud is thickening as the movements increase... too cold to shout... to weak to cry... feel it taking you under the power is crushing your bones come on... don't panic be still... believe in yourself once more.
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