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by scootertrash

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-04 15:08:00

Parent message is 276376
the weight of
all that was familiar
all that existed in the past
all my words,
all my thoughts
all my life,
all my world
is crushing down
upon my body
squeezing any sense
of life out of me.
I’m dying.
Silently screaming my
last concious thoughts
to no one, for no one.
I will not exist in this
universe again and wonder
if I really existed at all?