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Monday, June 05, 2006
With my eyes wide open
I stand in front of a fan
The fan
That is turned on at full blast
I try not to blink
As that fan
Stings my eyes
I try to keep my tears in check
Like how I always try to
When things disappoint
But with the spinning wheels of the fan
I cannot help but tear
The vision is blurred
By an array of tears
I want to move away
But im rooted in place
I cannot take a step
Nor can I breathe properly at this point
I struggle to switch the fan off
But like emotions
The buttons refuse to budge
I press n press n press n press
Till I cant feel my fingers no more
I feel no pain
Because there werent any to begin with
The sensory glands were not intact
The wind is getting too much for me to handle
I cannot take it no more
I scream for help
A wrinkly liver spotted hand
Reaches into my frame of illusion
Pushes button zero
And smiles at me
Im saved
Before I even give up
As always
My grandma
She is always there
Thank u
minahlian
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