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Limbo

I'm still breathing air,
but I don't class this as living,
everyday is the same routine,
hollow and unforgiving.

I'm still loving you,
even though my heart does not beat.
it just hurts and aches,
with pain and defeat.

I'm still crying out,
but I have no voice to speak,
no tears to cry,
because I am too weak.

I'm still waiting in hope,
that you can resurrect me,
because I'm undead,
and dying slowly.







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  • xVamPirexMusiCx
    June 21, 2009
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    Wow, I really love the tittle limbgo and how you wrote this poem