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The night seem endless,
an idential reflection of my depression.
I lay in bed,
pondering, wondering.
When will all these end?
When will i get to see the sunlight which have been eluding me?
In a matter of hours when i wake up?
Or an eternity for this phase to pass.
A short poem i thought of.
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Edited by freestyle 03 Mar `08, 3:31AM
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