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this is the story of how i break free. a bright white light pours on my face as i open my eyes i wake up in a room i hear faint voices barely audible i touch the white walls and the soft carpet floor soundproof. there are only one thing here: a recording turntable this whispering sensation continues as i put the dial on the vinyl it buzzes and cracks and pops then finally, one whisper emerges from the record "im afraid to die" "...my blood on such a blank carpet" this piercing voice only sounds once faces emerge like blankets of empty white void made known to the world "im afraid to die" the intensity grows i scream and wail mourning the lost souls i turn off the tape recorder thinking it would all go away i only wanted it to go away but wait, why am i the one always running? running from who i am what i want what i love gone. piercing waves of screaming just constant screaming in the dead silence im afraid to die i look to the tape recorder it was off it had always been like this all the time i soon realize that one voice was always my mind (b.d.s.)
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
tape recorder.
this is the story of how i break free. a bright white light pours on my face as i open my eyes i wake up in a room i hear faint voices barely audible i touch the white walls and the soft carpet floor soundproof. there are only one thing here: a recording turntable this whispering sensation continues as i put the dial on the vinyl it buzzes and cracks and pops then finally, one whisper emerges from the record "im afraid to die" "...my blood on such a blank carpet" this piercing voice only sounds once faces emerge like blankets of empty white void made known to the world "im afraid to die" the intensity grows i scream and wail mourning the lost souls i turn off the tape recorder thinking it would all go away i only wanted it to go away but wait, why am i the one always running? running from who i am what i want what i love gone. piercing waves of screaming just constant screaming in the dead silence im afraid to die i look to the tape recorder it was off it had always been like this all the time i soon realize that one voice was always my mind (b.d.s.)
1 year of reflection and now with 2k views strong i feel proud.. i wrote this poem in memory of the change i went through
#love#reflection#tape#identity#recorder
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Androgynous
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
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