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I don't really know where this came from, an angry, bitter part of me. Please Read and Review
Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 102 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-13-06 - id: 2131600
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Dead

Lorna Dwyer January 2006


Teeming masses running around,

Too much humanity, or not enough left?

Screaming, crying, hating, biting, DEAD!

Hitting, hurting, burning, DEAD!

The world doesn't make any sense

Too much contradicting, confusion.

I don't get by in the world at all,

It's swallowed me up and spat me out.

Now I'm falling (No escaping)

Ready for impact (Don't know when)

The world's upside down (Do care)

The world's dying (You don't care)

Teeming with life all running

Not enough animal instinct.

All hurting, biting, burning, DEAD!

No loving, nurturing, protecting, DEAD!

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