iN my bAlcoNy

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Thursday, January 29, 2004

I feel it,
gripping making me sick.
Bluring my vison clear,
feeling the heat of my tear.
causes the shift in my slumber,
pounding..ringing louder than thunder.
My chest feels the weight,
like water wanting to burst through the gate.
I try to brush it away,
but it is here to stay.
I guess it comes,
seeing if I remain calm.
Screw it..whatever..whoever,
don't creep just show me your fucking cover.
If you think it's easy,
fuck you..you're crazy!
Now i say it all,
bring it..try to make me fall.
the middle finger to my greatest fear,
the fear of losing her.

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