Thursday 6 August 2009


The disease, so real.

The memories, so vivid.

The pain, so soon.

The victory, so sweet.

The phone, so dark.

The cloth, so dry.

The heart, so heavy.

The brain, so tired.

The money, so colourful.

The cheque, so pretty.

The dress, so gorgeous.

Nuff' said. I'm stressed. I'm pressured. I'm exploding.

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