I had this feeling before
Seems it's coming back for more
Sense of being jailed
In the present so illed
NOthing I could understand
Nothing I have in mind
Sense of contentment,
Or is it numb disappointment?
NOt sure of this feeling
Commemorate of the past healing
I've recalled that the only antidote is...
BREATHING.
(Originally Written on August 06,2007)
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