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ON THE OUTSIDE written by me!
I sit on the outside looking in on me
forgotten all things I used to be
yesterday I was another person
but then
the cold steel in my chest that pumped
the ice water through my veins
died down
Looking down on myself from nowhere
lying cold and still in the snow
morning fog swirling about me
I wonder
Who am I? Why am I here? Where is here?
Where am I going...?
I'm being pulled down
down again into the darkness
the coldness
the emptiness within the confines of my own mind>
On the inside looking out at the world
I am dying
but I feel nothing
So...quiet...