rebekah-wilsonWhisper

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Go GreenI'm an environmentalist; / I keep my friends recyclable.
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Sep 26, 2018
BondingFriends are like glue; / It's always so exciting / when they're brand new
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Sep 26, 2018
A RevelationI do not want to be here / not a reference to this chair / nor wherever I am
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Sep 12, 2015
A DroughtIt must be nice to be a cloud; to get so full of what surrounds: all evaporates. It has no say, but then, when full, it relieves the pain. Rain pours down for what can seem, at times, to be eternity. Though it's dark, soon comes light, and the world is full of life. / To be a cloud would be a dream; instead I'm trapped inside of me. Like a cloud, I soak up pain. Overwhelmed, I wait for rain. It grows and grows until it hurts. Still in drought, I wish to burst. Skies turn dark, yet try as I may, my eyes refuse to precipitate. Alas--they do; storms pour down until my heels can't feel the ground. Overpouring flood waters rise; I'm drowning fast in my cries. At last, it stops; I look around--no life has grown upon the ground; instead what's left are puddles of strife to evaporate again into my life.
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Jun 19, 2015
A LieIf I disappeared; / just gave up, / would a sole notice
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Nov 5, 2014
InfantileAlways feeling / this colicky / infant--it is
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Nov 4, 2014
An Unrequited LongingWhat a strange feeling / it is to want to die / The joyous surround
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Oct 5, 2014
NeverlandI'm afraid to "grow up" because that means I will have reached the end of my potential; it will mean that no matter what I'm doing, I will be doing it to "make a living" and then live that life that I'm supposed to want to live--except that I don't. / I'm supposed to spend eight hours, every day, doing a series of mundane tasks that I secretly wish I didn't have to do--that I secretly wish would somehow **** me--all for a paycheck that allows me to keep a roof over my miserable head and keep poison in my fat body to just keep on breathing so I can continue this cycle of attending this mundane job to pay for this living that feels so lifeless. / And for what? So I can go out a few hours a week and spend my extra time with other human beings--my extra time that I wish I could just spend without--and pretend, for their sakes, that I desire to be with them; that I desire to spend this time here, on this earth, performing for them and the world and everyone else?
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Apr 29, 2014
RelapseShe swore all was fine; / Thought she was alright. / Sure, some days were dark--
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Dec 6, 2013
Death By SuffocationBeing wrapped in blankets is a seemingly wonderful thing. You get all wrapped up, things are feeling grand, but one wrong movement and BAM: a swab of fabric unexpectedly covers your face. You squirm and try anything to get it off; to unwrap yourself, but, alas, you cannot--you're stuck. / Breathing becomes more and more difficult until you are completely suffocating. Suddenly, everyone walks away, aloof to what is happening; but wait--here's the catch: there are no blankets and there are people all around. / "What's wrong with you?" They ask.
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Nov 24, 2013
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