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Spud3001: just kill me *
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Sad Flying through the pages,
Of calendars long passed.
I can't enjoy the hustle,
And sure as heck can't stop.
Drifting changed to rushing,
From following to chasing...
After all the dreams long left behind.
While crossing the crosswalk,
It's very important that you obey,
The signals "walk" and "don't walk",
And walk walk within the lines,
For the duration of your trip.
Some day when my depression's gone,
And I can open up my medicine cabinet,
Like a sane person again...
When I can handle silverware,
And shave without supervision...
When no one has to check for cuts,
Or burns or holes made in my skin,
Some day when I feel well enough,
To laugh without the burning,
To stand without clenched teeth...
And I'm more than happy again...
Heh, who knows?
Maybe tomorrow.
-Lo Ruhamah
