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The beginning stages of insanity

Sometimes I wish I were dead.
I wake up and my mind
Is the only thing keeping me
Tethered to their world.

I look in the mirror and
I can't see my face.
I only see the masks
Of all the sh(i)tty people
I've ever been.

I will crack a smile,
Not always.
It's rare and seldom
Enough to make me ponder
Whether or not
It even occured.

July 3rd, 2007

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The beginning stages of insanity

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