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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2010.08.22.13.44.25913]] |
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Can't stop the tossing and the turning, On my back, on top, underneath, all over me, Sickly strong monsters taunting my weary eyes to the point of a beggars insanity. I can no longer see my way through the gray. It throws me about like a ragdoll amidst the waves, Shaking and shattering every part of me that stands for something holy. And when my breath doesn't catch and I see I feel I hear death coming so suddenly like a flash of lightning against the black of the sky, I see I feel I hear Your voice, like a ringing stillness in, on, and against my heart saying HUSH. |