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follow your bliss- my bliss? Follow your heart- the heart that is shattered? selecting a single splinter? you must trust yourself you must know yourself I lay my thread bare soul on the ground and stare. shredded, tattered and dingy yet still- always seeking what else must I do To be me? is this me? or now? Wait--- is this me? -yet? still when cornered like prey contempt and remorse oozes from my pores at once You did this- BUT YOU DID THIS TO ME! how could you- why would you? what did I ever do to you? it's me alone distracting and attracting always hiding- waiting to be found by the dense shadows on the outside. duality duplicity my own back in which repeatedly and magically stabbed the stench of regret wafts up knowing engorged nostrils sting I've pierced myself once again - barely relinquishing a dab of the putridness, greedily turning and twisting the pain in my fists wringing the sopping rag out in hopes of just one more use... with the always present possibility of finally spinning this life story to gold Travis 2/18/13
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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follow your bliss- my bliss? Follow your heart- the heart that is shattered? selecting a single splinter? you must trust yourself you must know yourself I lay my thread bare soul on the ground and stare. shredded, tattered and dingy yet still- always seeking what else must I do To be me? is this me? or now? Wait--- is this me? -yet? still when cornered like prey contempt and remorse oozes from my pores at once You did this- BUT YOU DID THIS TO ME! how could you- why would you? what did I ever do to you? it's me alone distracting and attracting always hiding- waiting to be found by the dense shadows on the outside. duality duplicity my own back in which repeatedly and magically stabbed the stench of regret wafts up knowing engorged nostrils sting I've pierced myself once again - barely relinquishing a dab of the putridness, greedily turning and twisting the pain in my fists wringing the sopping rag out in hopes of just one more use... with the always present possibility of finally spinning this life story to gold Travis 2/18/13
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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