svētdiena, 2009. gada 9. augusts

And sometimes I find I catch myself letting you back in.

It's not enough to stay awake,
Torn, and braced, cornered
And not feel alive.
To not feel.
To not be alive.
Is this better than it ever was?
Good night nurse and I stop existing.

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