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Life
Contributed by
Seikjo
on
Friday, 14th May 2004 @ 03:36:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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As I feel the warmth on my face, I see if I can breathe. Crying as they inspect me, I want to be in the warmth again. As they see something that I couldn’t see; they rushed me to somewhere white. I feel into darkness and wandered there to. I can’t seem to wake, I want to wake. Why can’t I wake? There was warmth on my back and around me as I opened my eyes and saw a smiling face stained with sweat.
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2004-05-14 15:36:45] (Date/Time posted on
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