There must be someone who can take me away from this world.
I'd rather leave everything because I cannot take it anymore.
This world is a dirty prostitute, begging to be defiled.
It must leave me alone, less I succumb and die of disease.
It is already in my home and it is making me sick.
6/20/10
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
