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A Thing Called Life I lose control. Stand in the corner, watch me desecrate, while I anticipate the flow of breath. Watch me deal with the curse of meth. Like flowing ice through my once perfect mind, regularly wound up by my supply. I have tried but cannot undo the bind. Watch me reminisce of the past, now filled with the bittersweet bliss of concrete glass. I have been through defeat, but my own deceit is not knowing how to resist. My fatal attraction with the core of life. I have no need to survive. Breath by breath I barely feel alive. Watch me when the needle enters the vein, I shoot just to feel sane. Death rolling around the corner by way of ice, All because of my elite battle with a thing called life.

POETRY S. Nichole

POETRY Addie Brian

15 PHOTOGRAPHY Emily Johnson

The MArk October 2010  
The MArk October 2010  

This is the October edition of Menlo-Atherton's student magazine. Doesn't the weather make you want to curl up by the fire with a nice copy...

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