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By <b><h><font face=tahoma color=steelblue>ill haven</font></h></b> •

I'm running fast but going nowhere A putrid darkness grips my soul; The walls around me are solid, But unable to be felt. I fear my master's left me. Stranded in the darkness with naught But a hope for my master's arms. Right here, I want to cry forever. No greater sadness I've ever felt. Longing for my master's kindness, I run, determined. There is no end to this maze Of darkness and despair, I don't know where I'm going, Or how I'm getting there.

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May 4, 2006 20:37lost the lonely dead

i wrote one like this awhile ago and put somewhere were i wouldnt lose it but now i dont know where that is ill try to find and post it....mine was about walking though but it had the same general idea i kinda like this *thumb up*