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My eyes cant hold the beauty in this world and my soul cannot hold its pain my self leaks like watercolor falling out of my heart blistering into acid rain my awareness is dug in a pit of melancoly painted with the light of so many of my dreams at the bottom of every hole creasing me smiles the infant woman within me Im gradually sinking deeper into things I cannot stand to handle I speak for every woman who has had herself torn apart whom pain has become a way of living and a art whom thoughts rage how will I overcome this something someone tell me where to start they tangled me once again how in the **** are they so smart thick black density in my eyes overlap crying laughter I set my eyes to every human Im after I must stay away from you I must stay away from you my memory will latch onto you like a warriors tatoo there has been a breakthrough no limits anymore no no mental curfew the stench of pain rotting away somewhere in some wasteland extracted tons of weight, the burden mildew I outgrew the thoughts of us I shed like dead skin and realize this is not the type of love I was born to rescue
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
Free from the weeping
My eyes cant hold the beauty in this world and my soul cannot hold its pain my self leaks like watercolor falling out of my heart blistering into acid rain my awareness is dug in a pit of melancoly painted with the light of so many of my dreams at the bottom of every hole creasing me smiles the infant woman within me Im gradually sinking deeper into things I cannot stand to handle I speak for every woman who has had herself torn apart whom pain has become a way of living and a art whom thoughts rage how will I overcome this something someone tell me where to start they tangled me once again how in the **** are they so smart thick black density in my eyes overlap crying laughter I set my eyes to every human Im after I must stay away from you I must stay away from you my memory will latch onto you like a warriors tatoo there has been a breakthrough no limits anymore no no mental curfew the stench of pain rotting away somewhere in some wasteland extracted tons of weight, the burden mildew I outgrew the thoughts of us I shed like dead skin and realize this is not the type of love I was born to rescue
midnight-prague
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
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