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People Say By: Sam Marston on 10/21/2001; 6:55 PM I look around the cold dark room again, People who are dying often see their life before their eyes. I only see an eternity of nothing. People say they live the same day over and over. I live each day anew, the child of solitude. What if Kafaka was right? Do men turn to monsters in a matter of hours? What if the Borden carton was right? Does a soul turn sour on a predetermined day? I ease my way out of my chair. The night is darker when you dont care. People say they world labels everything. My soul will be labeled return to sender. I reach up. I flick the switch.
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