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upon losing myself
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I have become only the clothes I'm wearing
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a navy blue that has lost all strength
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a puke yellow that barely remembers me
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and everything slows then speeds up
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gaining momentum
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until I'm halfway through the windshield
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it's then that I see this all as is it really is
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a puddle I'm passing through
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that often drenches me with life
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but mostly just sprinkles with notions
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of how it could be
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30 Sep 11

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