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Nothing or Am I

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Ferelwing

Published: Apr 20, 2010

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Emotions failed me
Belief?
Gone...

Everytime I stand up
I fall back down
The same fights
The circles keep returning
Going back and forth
No end in sight

If I fight?

Nothing..

I am nothing.. Or am I?

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davidanaandrake

Apr 26, 2010

Someone's already said it for me but: Everyone is someone.

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