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psycho-analyze- I feel like I am dying Affixation I can not breathe! Suffocating- Drowning- ...breaths of air become fewer And further apart. No one even cares. Denial--- Mismatched & misunderstood. Stuck- trapped Bound by my word. Tears roll down her cheeks as her knees hit the floor. Paralyzed- Fear and anger! You're sitting to the right Beside her Yet it feels like She's living with a stranger. Misery loves to mingle--- Loves to be in your company. To my dismay, You obviously do not see What one day will be--- something so foreseen, like that of a prophecy. Fortune teller Wanderer of the night... Gypsy lady Spawned from the original Wild Child Who dedicated her bra... Stand up for what you believe In. Damn Heathens. How long must this drag out? Time is very precious. Yes, I have acquired patience. Refusing to bring an innocent soul into this- Suspended animation and false fabrication Of lies that are the foundation In which your existence is created from. So was mine. I will learn from someone else's mistakes. --to bring meaning for a foolish act once done. Now it's justified. The truth will set you free. Why don't those words roll of my tongue, as easily as the advice just was? Now I am trapped Now I am stuck in a rut. Feels as if I have been punched in the gut. Sick to my stomach. I'm signing off... But not like that, not for like "forever." Hey man, I think I'm getting better. Let's keep that between, just you and me.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
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psycho-analyze- I feel like I am dying Affixation I can not breathe! Suffocating- Drowning- ...breaths of air become fewer And further apart. No one even cares. Denial--- Mismatched & misunderstood. Stuck- trapped Bound by my word. Tears roll down her cheeks as her knees hit the floor. Paralyzed- Fear and anger! You're sitting to the right Beside her Yet it feels like She's living with a stranger. Misery loves to mingle--- Loves to be in your company. To my dismay, You obviously do not see What one day will be--- something so foreseen, like that of a prophecy. Fortune teller Wanderer of the night... Gypsy lady Spawned from the original Wild Child Who dedicated her bra... Stand up for what you believe In. Damn Heathens. How long must this drag out? Time is very precious. Yes, I have acquired patience. Refusing to bring an innocent soul into this- Suspended animation and false fabrication Of lies that are the foundation In which your existence is created from. So was mine. I will learn from someone else's mistakes. --to bring meaning for a foolish act once done. Now it's justified. The truth will set you free. Why don't those words roll of my tongue, as easily as the advice just was? Now I am trapped Now I am stuck in a rut. Feels as if I have been punched in the gut. Sick to my stomach. I'm signing off... But not like that, not for like "forever." Hey man, I think I'm getting better. Let's keep that between, just you and me.
In the beginning
rhea-bryan
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
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