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If 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth graciously on silence's table, and studyeth mine own evolved, yet un-evolv'd self, undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated, by w'rld's brightest gulf . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth comf'rtably on peace's table, and gaze mine own wounded, yet un-wound'd self, un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved, by w'rld's s'rry self . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth calmly on agony's table, and obs'rve mine own painful, yet not painful self, unmoved, undaunted, unleashed, by w'rld's weirdest self, . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth fain on glee's table, with mine own eyes smiling, and smiling at myself, unaffected, unguarded, unremitted, by w'rld's unrequit'd self . and grineth backeth, at myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, twill forsooth beest a did bless, contending  miracle, as yond's at which hour i couldst pateth & greeteth myself, in real, in real, in real! and maketh this fact p'rceivable, yond our w'rld may sure oft hest struggles, and our m're existence in t, may just beest negligible, but we nev'r gotta f'rget to stayeth hopeful, smileth and giggle, nay matt'r how hard the struggles, as yond's the most wondrous fuel, yond can oft causeth miracles, in a w'rld, so obsess'd with struggles! And then with a sigheth, a blooming grineth, yet a sparkling desire within, i'll did bid myself, a farewell
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
If I Ever Meet Myself (Shakespearean version)
If 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth graciously on silence's table, and studyeth mine own evolved, yet un-evolv'd self, undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated, by w'rld's brightest gulf . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth comf'rtably on peace's table, and gaze mine own wounded, yet un-wound'd self, un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved, by w'rld's s'rry self . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth calmly on agony's table, and obs'rve mine own painful, yet not painful self, unmoved, undaunted, unleashed, by w'rld's weirdest self, . and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, i'd sitteth fain on glee's table, with mine own eyes smiling, and smiling at myself, unaffected, unguarded, unremitted, by w'rld's unrequit'd self . and grineth backeth, at myself. if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself, twill forsooth beest a did bless, contending  miracle, as yond's at which hour i couldst pateth & greeteth myself, in real, in real, in real! and maketh this fact p'rceivable, yond our w'rld may sure oft hest struggles, and our m're existence in t, may just beest negligible, but we nev'r gotta f'rget to stayeth hopeful, smileth and giggle, nay matt'r how hard the struggles, as yond's the most wondrous fuel, yond can oft causeth miracles, in a w'rld, so obsess'd with struggles! And then with a sigheth, a blooming grineth, yet a sparkling desire within, i'll did bid myself, a farewell
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Snared heart kept, imprisoned could be potential dying day, Lips regaled in ischaemia, blue blood,flows.....cold, Face scarlet,temperatures up, pyrexia rules, as she tries too cool, Mouthing strange babble, She's talking in tongues, Beaded mask sparkling, droplets trickle, Tachycardic, heart beats, trying not to escape this life desperately, Heart trying not to explode! the forties....roaring! She breathes, so fast... the forties....roaring! It's tragic,like everything's trying to meet demand with supply........! Inadequately, Currently on remand, waiting for her sentence to be be passed, Docs and nurses they rally, running with obs, All taking their roles, while doing their jobs, Mews activated, doc visits he's, anxious, Iv antibiotics he orders, In plastic sachet, hanging up high, hereby, lies the awaited decision, if she'll have the will to live, or will she die... Hope not! It's not in an instant, but, recovery apparent, as breathing slows below twelve, Heart beat, it settles, Her kidneys show function, Her temperature chills slowly, 36.5, she's still alive, Thank God, She got off the train at sepsis junction! Copyright Livvi Kent (RGN) 11 /04/2013
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
Sepsis!
i like the typ<e tha?t's dif}feren\t th=an me in every way and **fo ^rm ** (it'll h_]urt le.ss if th-ey hu"rt me 'cause:: i know *if that were m'e//, i neve:/r w ould'a done it) ,* i like the type that'll always make me la**ug h ev**%en whe^n i can't bre##athe (even tho*ugh it'd burn and const*rict, that, righ**t the+re, wo[u ld be h ea v)en). i like the typ*e that won't ob se_ss over me as i obs@ess ov$er the m;(wouldn't wann a put 'em through that kinda m is e r      ,y.)
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
i like(dot dot dot)
All my life you've been all I've sought Without your presence my life is not, Unlocked The demons No, I mean the season Of my obsession I mean, Affection That's what you did Can't you see that i'm obsessed I mean can't you see that I'm in Love With you. I love you To the point where i'd Rip the innocence off your skin And take a picture of you wearing Fear As time draws near I live to hear the melody of your tears As you cry for your Freedom But I have come to a conundrum After all I've done For you, My love still speaks louder then yours Why don't you feel the same, Say you feel the same Can't you see I'm in love with you WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M Obs... Why can't you see i'm in love with you To the point where I won't let Time Take you away from Me Let me be the Cause of your Death So I can say True Love Killed You.
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
I Ob-Love You
Oh, how do you not worry? One's sick and overseas, One's in camp, One's not replying, One's out for a dinner, One hasn't been replying since forever, One doesn't ever talk... Oh, the only comfort is that He's not going but Still The thought of travelling is just Horrifying... What if I freak out during OBS? What if I have no friends? What if no one understands? What if the counsellors see? What if I get sent to the counsellor? What if they all die? I'd be so                                                                 [Alone.] What if I really go mad? What if I die before that? What if I die tomorrow? How do I tell someone I died When I'm dead? What if my friends die? What if they're already dead so They can't tell me? Is that why they don't reply? I'm not gonna have any friends. I'm not gonna have any sleep. I'm not gonna have anything. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm going crazy, going crazy, going crazy. Oh, how do you not Worry?
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
A Portion of my Worries