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 Dec 2012 Maria
Alice Kay
Yeah, I'm insane.

Everyone knows it, they just don't say it to my face.
It's probably better if they...or someone calls the police
before someone gets hurt....or something goes

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 Dec 2012 Maria
Tom Orr
Albert Camus
 Dec 2012 Maria
Tom Orr
"A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously."
 Dec 2012 Maria
amt
Darkness
 Dec 2012 Maria
amt
We see what's in the light.
What cowers in pure sight.
We see behind the fog.
We can guess of what lies beneath the curtains,
Of the monsters beneath our beds,
And sleeping in our closets.
What hides within the storm?
We cannot see what we don't know.
We can't see what's lurking in the shadows.
We aren't afraid of the dark,
We're afraid of the unknown.
Don't turn the light off.

*Not tonight
 Dec 2012 Maria
Canaan Massie
What happens when my bliss,
Resides in you?
And when you leave,
What the **** shall I do?

Happiness is temporary,
I've been taught many times.
And you, my dear,
You're oh so sublime.

You, my love,
Many times, proved an angel,
But my love for you,
Proves my being to be in danger.

Because love is not forever,
And bliss is just for a minute.
And love resembles bliss,
Which unfortunately, I am in it.

For to lose you is my death,
And to love you is a threat.
To need you causes stress,
I need you and nothing less.

I love you.
I cannot outrun that fact,
And if you decide to run away,
Would bliss ever come back?
Actually, I am very drunk... but I still need you.
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