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A Dying Whisper From The Sick
Contributed by
cherangele
on
Monday, 22nd March 2004 @ 06:42:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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When the heart- it pounds with dying breath Each thump it makes a silent struggle As it aches and coughs with bitter vehement At the ugliness and faade of the life we lead. Those smiles that can resurrect a dying man And the laughter that revitalizes a withered leaf, Shun my pale, rasping lips that yearn for salvation From this clinging reins since the beginning of Time, That we call- sickness.
Yes, I am sick, Sick of sickness That reduce my life, To nothing But emptiness.
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cherangele
... [
2004-03-22 06:42:46] (Date/Time posted on
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