sarah-gammonWhisper

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addiction.I'm just a ****** that lost control, / dug myself an even deeper hole. / All these drugs will take their toll,
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May 28, 2013
Along Came a Spider, version 1In the night, I was tucked away, / fast asleep at the end of day, / and along came a spider,
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May 10, 2013
Along Came a Spider, version 2Along came a spider, / with claws full of fire, / burning alive with a horrid desire.
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May 10, 2013
a masterfully crafted mind of tormentI'm masterfully crafted / and tactfully wrath-fed. / I’m attractive in bed,
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Jul 26, 2014
astounded.Every time we get together, I see more of you, and it is an endless beauty. / A being so creative, so intelligent, eccentric and individualistic; / No one can ever be the same as you, so uniquely your own creation of whatever the hell you want.
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Apr 21, 2014
a unique freak needs a unique clique.My least favorite feeling, / I now feel all the time; / it has me, nightly, kneeling,
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Dec 19, 2014
baby's in the corner.Hold on! Let me try to explain...these feelings, the mash of feelings brewing and disturbing my soul... / I can see it in my mind, as if I have been backed into a corner with no escape. No escape makes me feel panicked; claustrophobic. When you feel trapped with no way out, you start to fight. So now I am saying whatever it is I think I need to say to talk myself out of this corner. Begging, lying, and then fighting words. I will bring you down so that I may jump over your back and run, run so far. Instincts are beginning to overrun my mind, like a lack of oxygen causes difficulty to think, I'm nearly 100% fight or flight, with one option removed. I don't want to run from you, from us...I don't want to fight, either, but I fear that should I try to remain visually indifferent, that will result and far more chaos then I will cause when I stop biting my tongue from within my corner. / I tell you I need space. It fell from my mouth without me having thought it. That lack of oxygen as a fresh panic attack rolls in stops me from keeping calm and collected. Now voices are raised and arms are flailing in an attempt to visually explain how distressed we each are, we look like crazy italians. The battle is short before you decide to let me have my space, if that is so what I wish. And so you are gone. However, my feelings remain the exact same. There is no calm, no peace, or anything short of a need to run, or fight. I still feel backed into a corner.
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Aug 20, 2015
back and forth.Back and forth. / Back and forth. / Every step forward
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May 19, 2017
back and forth.Back and forth. / Back and forth. / Every step forward
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May 19, 2017
battles.i'm holding on to holding on, / it's all that i've got left. / there's people here who need me strong,
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May 1, 2013
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