19 June 2007

Flipside

I'm great. Never better
Fantastical illumination of my mind
Running forward. Cant stop
Competing with myself
Who will come first
Nothing can go wrong
I'm cured

I'm dead. Life finished
Dark fluttering of death in my head
There is no way out
I'm a loser
Going nowhere
Everything is screwed
Goodbye

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