Dead to the WorldA Poem by MaryRandom...I can't breath It's so dark Where am I? Where did you go? I'm all alone. I feel so cold. I'm going to puke. The air is so foul. It smells of death. I try not to scream. I don't like this feeling The feeling of nothingness. The feeling of hate. It all comes from nowere. Everything is dark. I think I am dead. Dead to the world. © 2009 MaryAuthor's Note
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