my time, by Peaches
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am i dead?
or am i breathing?
am i stuck within a maze?
am i lying?
am i sleeping?
i've been lying here for days?
feel my head;
is it pounding?
on the ground i hear my name.
am i crying?
am i keeping,
or decaying in my shame?
in every breath
i am trying
to sustain what i have kept.
i see the tower,
up above,
from which i've clearly leapt.
i feel death.
i am dying.
everything's becoming real.
i've spent hours,
eyes wide open,
trying to say just how i feel.
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Posted: 2009-06-16 08:50:53 UTC |
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