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Slipping further, I am immersed below the surface, my hands are blistered and bloodied from the crawl.
Under veil of darkness, I wear this thin smile hoping to mask agony of pain nestled beneath my soul's essence.
Crystal raindrops keep in time with every hurried footstep as I, frantically, search for proof of purpose.
Refusing to believe I have walked these many vacant miles only to discover my life is, merely, an existence.
©2005
Lisa Arnold
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