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Author: Headstrong
Fiction Rated: K - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-14-03 - Updated: 10-14-03 - id:1422165
The suffering I feel
Is unmatched upon this earth
Though no one knows the other realms.
The lands of my dreams are my hollowed haunts
Where I lay in peace?
In pieces.
My soul is torn from this earth
And is wary to return
So how can you tell me I'm out of touch?
How can you say I'm out of reach?
Just because my soul isn't here?
My body wanders this forsaken place
Empty and emotionless
Cold and forbearing its mood never change
And neither will its state


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