Do they know that I am
sitting in the next room
breaking wide open
and spilling all over the nice
beige carpet?
That my life is changing
in front of my eyes, that
things are shifting
and growing
and dying away
like pruned branches?
Do they realize
that even I do not know
who I will be when I wake again?
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this is very good! i can really relate to it..
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