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fleeting_memory (Mar 16, 2004)
Twisting tunnels and endless hallsFilled with echoes and emptiness No one's there, no one can see the way it is No one can hear the hollow calls Nothing can compare to this Lost and spinning in despair A sea of starchy white Ceiling coming down too fast Closing in from everywhere Help me please-let me out I can't take it anymore Reach out your hand to pull me up From crying on the floor -Me Edit: Forget it, everytime I try to revise it screws the screen up, I'll just leave it like this-her hair's not done but the skecchy stuff is supposed to be that way. It's supposed to be in the mind of someone with OCD (obssesive compulsive disorder)
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