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| Eye Behold |
6/13/2004
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Looking through the eyes of a mirror, reflections trickle through shades of light.
Lies forming through the window curtains, now I remember what I did!
Honesty prevails over past experiences.
Knowing myself in a world alone.
Pools in a hopscotch game, one two one two.
History is repetition at its greatest.
Scream in space to unwind and relax.
Believe in only myself in my life.
Suck the air in breathe the air out.
Gust, the wind, just to breathe my wrath.
Agony tears me apart.
Pushing up, pulling down, crawling forward, leaning backward.
Turning around again and again and again.
Dizziness overcomes me vertigo invades as my cry joins nobody in this world.
I am alone and I have proven this worth.
No more interest in other things.
Just me, the wind, my gust, my writhing agony.
My eye in a threshold of pain.
Squeezed to a point of no return.
Oozed like a dripping faucet that needs to be fixed.
If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is around to hear it does it make a sound?
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