Tuesday, March 8, 2011

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A bitter insomniac, devoid of all sleep
My life lays before my very feet
I reach for the rose upon the bedside table
My only desire, to be more stable
I pluck the petals one by one
Does she love me? I need someone!
To share my feelings, my inner world
To illuminate my soul, fill my void
In essence I have only myself to blame
For opening up and tempting pain

Can I expect her to love what i do not love myself?
The key to happiness - mental health
Tap into the eternal "I" inside
From him, no man can hide
Disconnection, discontentment
Every feeling of downright resentment
All stem from being a stranger
The illusion of separateness - the true danger

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