Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

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There is an unintelligible hate seething within me.
It's turning my mind against me.
I see no one in the mirror.
I'm pretty sure I'm already dead.
I'm pretty sure I never existed.
I hold on tight, the world is spinning too fast.
I might fall off.
A warning set in stone.
A blister, set in frustration, edging to burst.
I'm standing on thin air.
I'm about to fall.
But I already fell.
I'm about to fall.

June 10, 2009
Suge


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