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[bodytext] => I barely remember life before Fear I felt of things that now overtake me It seems I've passed this realm door Strength to object to what I didn't know It didn't used to be me But it's what I've become Transformed I don't know what me is anymore The answers weren't in the books So I found them somewhere else And now I can't get out My own denied voice No longer heard What once was another world is now mine My once world faded into abyss Being it the worst part It is unstoppable by anyone Just me But I won't I can't Leaving it the power Indestructible We said we'd never get there Yet look Here we are What once was compromised reality Now has become At first it was quite a shock to me The pressure far subtler than they said it would be But I've become with that pressure intertwined I can’t separate myself from it any longer Passing it on Just to make me feel stronger Yet I lie here crying to the dark Screaming fills my ears Nobody hears Where am I? Hearing only my echo I await conclusion Until it becomes too much Slowly suffocating Before I can ever provide answer to my own querys I escape them once again Apply the pressure Ease the pain The anthem that keeps me going these days The count of my last times Insubstantial as the wind On with this vicious cycle Seeming without end [comments] => 3 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 66 [informant] => mashuganagal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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