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I feel the indifference like a numbing pain I want you to feel how I let it put my soul to death and liquidate my thoughts they drip down like the paint of a artist who has lost interest in his work and I feel so uncared for by you simple letting me fall with no proper land I weep down like a loners lost distress thrown out into carelessness falling with no purpose or maybe there is a purpose is the reason too painful for me to know . , I wish not to understand how you feel I wish not to accept the pain that awaits me within the petite seconds I shared with you standing on a table of Marie Antoinette gardens so beautiful that she built with the selfishness of her femininity with the lavishness given to her by birth that is not me I deserve nothing of this unlike this fallen Queen I believe this pain also does not belong to me I have felt with my heart that I cant carry this burden lift me from my grave in which I have buried myself under thoughts of your lost smile my bird of tomb my nails edge the sides of you a skin made of white the lines of red have faded as I have from you and I no longer see a residence within your space.
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 11:34 PM UTC
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I feel the indifference like a numbing pain I want you to feel how I let it put my soul to death and liquidate my thoughts they drip down like the paint of a artist who has lost interest in his work and I feel so uncared for by you simple letting me fall with no proper land I weep down like a loners lost distress thrown out into carelessness falling with no purpose or maybe there is a purpose is the reason too painful for me to know . , I wish not to understand how you feel I wish not to accept the pain that awaits me within the petite seconds I shared with you standing on a table of Marie Antoinette gardens so beautiful that she built with the selfishness of her femininity with the lavishness given to her by birth that is not me I deserve nothing of this unlike this fallen Queen I believe this pain also does not belong to me I have felt with my heart that I cant carry this burden lift me from my grave in which I have buried myself under thoughts of your lost smile my bird of tomb my nails edge the sides of you a skin made of white the lines of red have faded as I have from you and I no longer see a residence within your space.
midnight-prague
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midnight-prague
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 11:34 PM UTC
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