July 20, 2004

• Comedy and tragedy
  This mask I wear once more
  Familiar streets, faces, memories
  Constant apparitions of what went before

  Moments of closure, never graced
  Dimmed with distance and time
  Now back amongst these ghosts of yore
  Old wounds are once again mine

  Weak
  Haunted
  Vulnerable

  Essence obscured

  Lost in the faces
  Of what I used to be
  And what I became whilst
  Removed from this place

  I
  Am still in here

  Somewhere

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