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Published: 2006-12-06 05:58:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 59; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Two months agoI was bed-bound,
Praying to a God
I never believed in...
And now, the conclusion?
Motionless,
Pure exhausted exhales,
Careless.
I try to drown it out.
The lack of anything,
The eerie perfection,
The static numb
Of a healed body.
A twisted wisher,
I feel I have become
Ungrateful and nonsensical,
Irrationally sad...
For now my identity
Has two rods attached,
Not glued on
But bolted into place.
I am
What they say.
I walk and talk,
I still shoulder burden.
Two months
I have been released
But still,
I am ever the patient.
Comments: 3
amaranthineries In reply to DementisVenustas [2006-12-09 07:27:15 +0000 UTC]
Thanks, dear! ^.^
<3
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