Comatose

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For years I have been wrongly trapped,
In a place even the minds cannot adapt,
Not dead nor alive but stuck in between,
A haunted nightmare and a lifeless dream.All Rights Reserved

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Comatose
Wed, Jan 16, 2013

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Comatose
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