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I'm drowning and dry land is out of reach.

The ugly truth is the pains so deep.

Hypothesis is a scrutiny,

Tortured by poisons that run through my veins.

Captured by demons who play wicked mind games.

Solace doesn't come cheap,

I'd offer my soul for just minutes of peace.

Shattered fragments are all that remain,

Submerged in liquid,

Lying in wait,

As destiny prepares fate.

I call on desperation to get me out of this state.

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Posted: Oct 2010

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