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How many times will you crawl on hands and knees before you can stand up and hold on to your dreams? How many times will your heart spill on the floor befor you can keep it in your chest without pain? My mind is like a swirling pool of darkness, it sucks me in only to spit me out in a new light, to start all over once again, full of fright. Some times you have to lose sight before you can truely see. "Jesse 09/18/07"

i often wonder if my green eyes have gone black as my heart. stumbling through the dark i reach out to see through my blindness. i caught you for a moment , slipped and once again... i fell. as i lye here with your knives in my back, the blood spills from my body like the lies that poured out of your mouth. gasping i look up...i see for once the person you really are, but its too late for me now. i will never come back to open my jaded eyes again...