still un-dead ( prt. 2)

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By sk8t3R gal 4 eva

I'm almost dead but not quite. I'm sitting here, waiting tight. the knife on the ground explains it all as i lie in the silent hall. nobody around, nobody to see i see the light as im on my knees, i beg for them to take me away but i have nothing else left to say. for now i realize the real truth, I'm still un-dead

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January 15, 2007 21:57Chalan

An interesting poem.