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Never again, will my lucky numbers be: 17, 23, 19, 21... My stomach turns, when I turn the volume to 27. ... So I lower it to 16. 3 letters that scare me, 5 weeks for a life to decay. One deer smiling the other solemn, eyes glazed over. I am within the stars. Orion, but without his belt. I count the stars, one, two, three, four---- A bug buzzes in my ear... And I come down falling, like a shooting start. But it's not a beautiful sight. And the bug, The bug had to of stung me---- Because it hurts. My eyes are closed... But I have to *** I must make my legs leave. Fast. GO. NOW! AS FAST AS YOU CAN... ... just run? I'm here... The bug bite stings, I want to sleep. To dream, A dream better than this! But flash backs from the stars Plague my mind-----. I didn't dream... I didn't dream a dream better than this... The bite is gone, but it left a mark. A mark the size of a 7 to 8 year sentence. And I used to love riding my bike. But now... I can't stand the sound it makes. The seat. The handle bars. How at any moment, The peddle could make you crash... SCRAPPED, CRASHED, BURNED. I'm safe... 'Not safe yet', Police say. I hear chatter over their radios. Why can't I tune everything out? ... Why lie, But the truth was never any better. And my eyes, Why are they so dull and grey? I could have sworn, they were bright blue, Like the sky... But there's no color left. 3 letters that scared me... 3 letters that took away, the color in my eyes...
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Star alignment
Never again, will my lucky numbers be: 17, 23, 19, 21... My stomach turns, when I turn the volume to 27. ... So I lower it to 16. 3 letters that scare me, 5 weeks for a life to decay. One deer smiling the other solemn, eyes glazed over. I am within the stars. Orion, but without his belt. I count the stars, one, two, three, four---- A bug buzzes in my ear... And I come down falling, like a shooting start. But it's not a beautiful sight. And the bug, The bug had to of stung me---- Because it hurts. My eyes are closed... But I have to *** I must make my legs leave. Fast. GO. NOW! AS FAST AS YOU CAN... ... just run? I'm here... The bug bite stings, I want to sleep. To dream, A dream better than this! But flash backs from the stars Plague my mind-----. I didn't dream... I didn't dream a dream better than this... The bite is gone, but it left a mark. A mark the size of a 7 to 8 year sentence. And I used to love riding my bike. But now... I can't stand the sound it makes. The seat. The handle bars. How at any moment, The peddle could make you crash... SCRAPPED, CRASHED, BURNED. I'm safe... 'Not safe yet', Police say. I hear chatter over their radios. Why can't I tune everything out? ... Why lie, But the truth was never any better. And my eyes, Why are they so dull and grey? I could have sworn, they were bright blue, Like the sky... But there's no color left. 3 letters that scared me... 3 letters that took away, the color in my eyes...
Based on a recent traumatic event that I am still going through.
#life#scared#stars#falling#numbers#volume#deer#decay#lucky#catatonic
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
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