Sunday, March 20, 2011

Fleeting

If there is something that could save me, do it now.
If there are reasons for this temporary, please let me know now.

If you could help me feel sane, please. Cure me now.

I have lost passion.
I have lost.
Feeling.

I am breathing but not existing.

Breaking down, and missing.

This life, it could not be real..

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