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A poet doesn't lie,        a poet omits the suppressed thoughts and sensations she will never forget The painful memories she hopes to create,        The ill-tempered words        tied to strings of hate that L o o p--              a reoccurring              pattern of               maladjusted              thinking   A sense of dread churns in your gut, writhing behind your chest cavity, invading your consciousness, shutting it down        Perspiration begins, and the rattling in your bones Nausea sets in,     reeling your blood    It's happening again,             this you know, but time will not tell when this attack will go Your throat constricts                    while time afflicts everything you've kept inside-- the emotions you've kept alive        when you should have set them free captives of your debauchery they've transformed into something ugly,            the wretch of scorn and self-pity and have unleashed their vengeance for smothering them with poisons        depriving them of breath, and of their destiny They're doing unto you, what you did unto them,        killing you tediously, disrupting your mind with    irrational fear and depleting the dopamine transmitted through your system to plague you with indifference towards reality           The symptoms it carries manipulate your thought-process, restarting the l o o p--                      a reoccurring                      pattern of                       maladjusted                      thinking
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Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
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A poet doesn't lie,        a poet omits the suppressed thoughts and sensations she will never forget The painful memories she hopes to create,        The ill-tempered words        tied to strings of hate that L o o p--              a reoccurring              pattern of               maladjusted              thinking   A sense of dread churns in your gut, writhing behind your chest cavity, invading your consciousness, shutting it down        Perspiration begins, and the rattling in your bones Nausea sets in,     reeling your blood    It's happening again,             this you know, but time will not tell when this attack will go Your throat constricts                    while time afflicts everything you've kept inside-- the emotions you've kept alive        when you should have set them free captives of your debauchery they've transformed into something ugly,            the wretch of scorn and self-pity and have unleashed their vengeance for smothering them with poisons        depriving them of breath, and of their destiny They're doing unto you, what you did unto them,        killing you tediously, disrupting your mind with    irrational fear and depleting the dopamine transmitted through your system to plague you with indifference towards reality           The symptoms it carries manipulate your thought-process, restarting the l o o p--                      a reoccurring                      pattern of                       maladjusted                      thinking
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roberta-day
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roberta-day
30/F/American
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
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