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Posted by George London You wakeup every morning, with the same routine. Your eyes become so heavy, you drift into the haze. You feel like your falling, your body is numb with fear. You just about hit bottom; you don't know what to do. Your body feels lighter, the picture is much more clear. Your lips curve into a smile, you feel like you've survived.
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on 1/29/2003, 2:22 pm, in reply to "Revived"
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Trapped inside the life, you cannot evade.
Everythings so cloudy; the picture starts to fade.
Your heart becomes so restless; your questions go unseen.
The road that lies before you transforms into a maze.
Your face is wet with salt; your eyes release a tear.
But right when you're about to crash, someone catches you.
The answers lay before you, of why you are really here.
Your body is no longer fading; you have been revived.
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