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Its red and its dark
Leaving black and blue marks

Things not meant to fly
Soar through broken skies

Untold numbers of hateful words
Thing spoken that shouldn't be heard

It drips from veins of vile creatures
Brought through the ages by evil teachers

Its red a color so bold
A token of the empty souls

It burns like fire in your blood
Is trapped to earth like filthy mud

Boiling over up to the pain
The light in your eyes says you see this:
is just a game
I am a sentimental freak.

And you,
o stranger,
tugged at my heartstrings.
For Devlin Andrew Harris, as well as those who plan to leave and have already left.

Your words were magic spun.
If only words could heal what actions have done.

Goodbye and may the light shine on your quest.
 Feb 2014 individuality-exists
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i miss the panic attacks that i
used to have
the ones that made me physically weak
the ones that made me shake and cry
the ones that told me that i am weak

sounds terrible, and they really were.
but, i'd rather the physical pain
and the emotional pain
than the psychological pain that i
go through when i have my "new" attacks.

my new attacks scare me so much because
i suddenly feel so unreal.
like reality is taken from me
and i can see myself
i can see the people around me,
i can see everything
and its exhausting,
being in that state of mind.
and then i start to hear things--
screaming people,
children laughing,
a constant voice just saying something.
these aren't my thoughts,
this is a new form of panicking.
and i hate every second of it.
jup
Things are well legs are sore from powerlifting
Working on lyrics for my demo project not sure when but its in the works.
Trying to stop eatting fatty foods another lifestyle change to be fit my friend said get in shape and everything will come to you.
Been smiling more avoiding negative ppl
Not talking to girls who are consumed by drama
I refuse to let them bring me down. Ive always seen potential but if they dont thats on them.
Ive been laughing with people who appreciate my laughter and sense of humor. Im behaving not trying to drown out my anxiety with alcohol
Or be sad over some girl who doesn't want me.
Staying positive ive always been one to change things or ask why cant things be change but I mind my business
In the silence that follows the storm
when the cormorant cleans her wings
and the chaffinch in the tree sings,
I'll be there
weaving my words through your hair
and blowing kisses in the wind.
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