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Monday, August 6, 2007I noticed a news article regarding Jordan Sweeney, a
Sleep now, you're on the edge of breaking down.
Breathe now, you can't forget that one.
Rain fell, and you're still along that same wet road.
Oh I'm only twenty one and I'm already so low.
When I'm in no pain, I'm so alive.
I hate my face when I take my pills.
I'll live this way and I will until I'm gone.
But I'm okay. The topics change. I'll be so great. I'm on my way.
It feels like rain when ever I flare.
On cloudy days I become aware.
Rain comes and goes, but when it comes, it likes to rot.