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Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place
I'm enslaved to a screen,
I can't remember wether  I am a human being or not,
I've spent my days in solitude,
Spreading my attitude through cyberspace,
We all have a pretty face on the line,
I wasn't forced to write, but I got ****** in,
I've lost my track of time on the line.
Bring me back to reality, where faces are larger than thumbs,
You're my number one avatar, lift me up keep my eyes from staring at this world I never anticipated,
Keep me safe from all the hatred no one takes credit for, and what's more
I'll shield your eyes from the machine,
Our time is on the line.. Our time is on the line,
Our, time, is, on, the, line.
I'm online to much.. :/
 Jun 2014 Weston Taylor
Taylor
As the smoke lingers off of her tongue,
you can see the smirk so evident on her face.
She traces the outline of her lips with her tongue
and gently inhales the cigarette smoke.
You can see the tiny glint of a ***** bottle on her nightstand
and the ashtray that is overwhelmed with burnt out cigarettes.
She is staring at the ceiling
and you have no idea what in the world she is thinking so hard about.
All you know is that you want to know.
And you want to know the way
her lips curve around the tempting neck of the ***** bottle,
or the way her tongue moves as she blows off smoke
from that cataclysmic cigarette she’s holding.
Alcohol and cigarettes,
that’s what everyone thinks ruins your life.
But those two things
are what saves hers.

— The End —