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Slipping.
Slipping Slowly, slipping in and out of depression, life comes and goes, the only thing that helps is music, the soothing harsh tones slip in and out of my ears, eyes open and close, day and night, between the silence and the loud incomperhandable screaming. i think of what iv become, what i can become and what i will, i cant stand another secound of this, i need out.
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Lost.
A lost dog, Once lost but now found but not found. lost in its mind lost in others minds, found in new minds, but lost in its own, lost in others, lost and never to be found again, replaced, replaced in there minds, not in his, for he remebers, and it remebers, that is why its lost, dead on the inside
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