Doomed

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    Doomed

    I hear a constant knocking on my door.
    My windows are black.
    In the background all that i hear is a click-clack.
    Like a gun bein cocked my mind is blocked.
    I dont kno wat to do i feel like my life is,
    THROUGH

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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