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When you sit and think,
you take account of much;
Life is tremendously not worthwhile.
Off are the thoughts,
and the mind becomes empty.
The feeling of the night,
moves through the body.
The person you want more,
stabs you with a cold dagger,
and with that you fall into a trap.
You stay there without escape, or;
ability to move toward progress.
In darkness at the end, you sink,
and the cavern of disappointment,
closes you in until there is no light.
The mind begins to ignite,
and is consumed ill feelings.
This lament of treason,
dissentegrates in time and disappears.
The remorse dies and the sun rises.
Javier Falcon
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Javier Falcon
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