Friday, October 21, 2005

More of This and Endless

There's nothing left in this mind,
It feels like I've given up,
Or maybe everything has given up on me.
So much to do,
And not a clue how to make a swamp
Into a forest.
They say it's perfectly normal
To be afraid.
So I must be better than perfect.
For I can see the flaws in man,
And it disgusts me so...
So much.

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