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Monday, October 07, 2002

I, alone
I walk to go places
I talk to express myself
I look to see faces
I think to be real.

I fight for what's right
I run from the unknown
I peer deep into the night
I wonder what it holds.

I brave all the elements
I endure sun, rain and cold
I make lasting commitments
I ponder as age catches up.

I close my eyes to sleep.
I close my eyes to dream.
I listen to the nothing slowly creep.
For this sleep is my last.


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