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i was not pulled back.... [Mar. 31st, 2005|04:04 pm]
The Psycho-Explorers


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[play this in the jukebox: |mood rings-reliant K]

I haven’t any idea why this popped into my head during the middle of english class, but I was reminded…it must have been 5 or 6 years ago by now. I didn’t even really know him…I guess his death affected me more than I know though, for it to pop out unawares 6 years later.

Take this hollow shell I am,
Bury me, I’ll return to sand.
I have naught to do with love, or play;
Dig my grave. There let me stay.
Don’t drag me up, and make me breath;
I want no life in memory.
Now I am gone, my pain choked short.
I cannot feel. Don’t grieve my abort.
I care not for what you think,
I stood an eternity upon the brink
Waiting – waiting
I was not pulled back.
I fell. A rush.
Then sight was black.