Tuesday, December 14, 2010

I survived, all of me

Is there a cure?
Food and drink won't fill me up. 
Another day passes.
I survived, barely, all of me. 


Is there a remedy?
Words won't fill me up.
Another day passes.
I survived, with a scratch, all of me. 


I want to rest my head.
Stay awake with me before another day passes.
I survived, all of me. 

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