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The hesitant hand speaks through the white abyss beyond its dark eye. Worlds are created here. Excuses. And words of love alike. Men and women have died clutching and wrestling with this enigma. The need to be understood. What need is there when what is counveyed. Was never captured at all. Forcing more and more blackened guts onto a surface for criticism. Only to claim the meat bellow grade and tossed away. It's the output that heals. That begins its torture like tools to ****** about the mind. Plastering over more wallpaper with graffiti. Trample over the art created to assume the role of the next tramplee. Be humble yet there are no holds bared once the summit is in sight. This cataclysm has taken enough of me. And this righteous path. Can only play granny for so much longer. Before I too will grow fangs. And tear this pointless paper to shreds.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
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The hesitant hand speaks through the white abyss beyond its dark eye. Worlds are created here. Excuses. And words of love alike. Men and women have died clutching and wrestling with this enigma. The need to be understood. What need is there when what is counveyed. Was never captured at all. Forcing more and more blackened guts onto a surface for criticism. Only to claim the meat bellow grade and tossed away. It's the output that heals. That begins its torture like tools to ****** about the mind. Plastering over more wallpaper with graffiti. Trample over the art created to assume the role of the next tramplee. Be humble yet there are no holds bared once the summit is in sight. This cataclysm has taken enough of me. And this righteous path. Can only play granny for so much longer. Before I too will grow fangs. And tear this pointless paper to shreds.
spikeharper
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
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