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It’s a nightmare, its like everything was frozen here. And I know you’re scared, but its involuntary, I can’t stop this shaking. I’m shivering because the frozen time gives me chills. Cause when I come back to this place I’m reliving former years yesterdays. Its so much easier when I’m there to imagine so much I can’t possibly fathom here. Cause the static in my head makes it hard to get away, I was sitting right behind you anyway. The static in my head echos only the tempo and whip of your voice, 29 lashes, or is it 39 to the floor? The only sound is here, everything else is covered in static, or possibly dead. I can’t shake this sound, I can’t keep my stomach towards the ground. I’m shaking so hard, I’m violently trying to shake it. My stomach is coming up through my throat and its yours for the taking. I thought that maybe, I don’t know is was a stupid dream I guess. But maybe, it’d get better when I left. The thing that scares me the most is that I’m gone, and I’m on my third page. The thing that scares me the most is that I’m tripping through nightmares, and its getting harder and harder to wake up.
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
I'm tripping through nightmares
It’s a nightmare, its like everything was frozen here. And I know you’re scared, but its involuntary, I can’t stop this shaking. I’m shivering because the frozen time gives me chills. Cause when I come back to this place I’m reliving former years yesterdays. Its so much easier when I’m there to imagine so much I can’t possibly fathom here. Cause the static in my head makes it hard to get away, I was sitting right behind you anyway. The static in my head echos only the tempo and whip of your voice, 29 lashes, or is it 39 to the floor? The only sound is here, everything else is covered in static, or possibly dead. I can’t shake this sound, I can’t keep my stomach towards the ground. I’m shaking so hard, I’m violently trying to shake it. My stomach is coming up through my throat and its yours for the taking. I thought that maybe, I don’t know is was a stupid dream I guess. But maybe, it’d get better when I left. The thing that scares me the most is that I’m gone, and I’m on my third page. The thing that scares me the most is that I’m tripping through nightmares, and its getting harder and harder to wake up.
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Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
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