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They say that the manic people are most passionate I am most passionate about our love, your hands, thoughts, and words. Our love, your hands, thoughts, and words make me m a n i c. and then... PANIC. The breath is stolen away by the demons who stick their pitchforks into my brain repeatedly, allowing my past to ooze out and spread like wild fire. PANIC. The tears that try to put out the fire but in return send shivers up my spine. The body turns cold as if it is d e a d. PANIC. Is the worry of the ashes left behind by the fire. Who is going to clean this up so I can breath again... or will the flame begin again before we can clean up this mess. But slowly the individual cells begin to heal and when combined with chemicals that are released clean up the left over ashes even faster. We need one day to talk and one day to rest and one day to clean up the mess and after it all we'll move along and i'll forget those chemicals are in my brain and when you look into my eyes.... I hope you'll see me. and not the panic in me.
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
Psychotic Apprehension Nervousness Instability Crazed
They say that the manic people are most passionate I am most passionate about our love, your hands, thoughts, and words. Our love, your hands, thoughts, and words make me m a n i c. and then... PANIC. The breath is stolen away by the demons who stick their pitchforks into my brain repeatedly, allowing my past to ooze out and spread like wild fire. PANIC. The tears that try to put out the fire but in return send shivers up my spine. The body turns cold as if it is d e a d. PANIC. Is the worry of the ashes left behind by the fire. Who is going to clean this up so I can breath again... or will the flame begin again before we can clean up this mess. But slowly the individual cells begin to heal and when combined with chemicals that are released clean up the left over ashes even faster. We need one day to talk and one day to rest and one day to clean up the mess and after it all we'll move along and i'll forget those chemicals are in my brain and when you look into my eyes.... I hope you'll see me. and not the panic in me.
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May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
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