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Saturday, April 27, 2002

Trust
I once believed in thee
Thou could saveth my life
That our very sould could taketh flight.
Thou hast proven me wrong.
Thy claims are false.
Thy honour is wretched
Thy love for me, never was.
Why didst thou lie to me?
Now, my life lay in thy hands
Broken, brittle, wasted.
Shame shall come unto my family.
And thy deeds will be known unto all.
Fare thee well, my love.
You have dishonoured me for the last time.

Friday, April 26, 2002

Older
Beating in my head
a sensless rhythm
I want to bash myself
into a pane of thick glass
Just to stop the incessant noise.
Even when it's quiet, it's loud.
There's no escape.
There's no solace.
There's nowhere to run
Or anywhere to hide.
Eternal, Everlasting.
It will stop when I expire.


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