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I have packed boxes in my dream Packed stories, packed books Packed conscience I convince myself that I'm free That I'm not living in a shadow between her and him and you and me
The familiar scratching at the inner linings of your throat like a cat scratching at the walls, screaming to be let out. The sensation of your airways closing like that time when a man you did not know choked you for reasons you did not know.
I’m in pain, everyday and I’m tired of your disbelief. Tired of the “lies” that you’re sure you see. well I’m tired of everyday, And I’m tired of being me. just this once, can you listen?
Sweet sage. Tears. Hands clinched around another's as we sink, slipping below the original position. The land shifts like dreams. Massive. Mother loves and cries of her blessings eternally. Cycle Synechis.
welcome friend, it's dark down here. for most, it's much too grim the table's set with plates half empty the cups spill o'er their rims I'm sorry I closed off
show up throw up grow up GET DOWN! rise up time's up lift up SLOW DOWN! he's up she's up what's up? GOING DOWN!
You ever walk down the street, and find it empty? The sidewalks barren, with no one, nothing in sight. The lights are dim, as if knowing today is nothing special.
We just out here Trying our hardest to stick out By wearing weird clothes All we Do is clown around and Love We dont really stick out Used up Vans and roughed up shirts
Since I was a little kid, I always had this feeling deep down inside Dark deep emotion that kept me alive, as I even feared it
I’m so confused I don’t know which path is right. Should I stay mad or feel glad I don’t understand my emotions. There scrambled, and broken.
shake off this feeling it's just a phase but my heart takes a beating when I catch your gaze the time that he's stealing my sould it does raze but since I know your feelings
Curtains are drawn at night, To shield our fragile minds From obscurities Mute outside. Half are opaque, Half are translucent. Variety feeds the filters
Oh, the days are getting longer it seems. This technology is getting smarter than me! Now the sun seems much stronger than the breeze, This heat will bring my closed mouth to speak.
Tell him he can’t He’ll not listen Hasn’t and won’t ever Going off about something Voicing that he has Saying he will again Trying to stop him Running away
Victim Used by many Left by some To all spares every penny But has ears from none Caught up in a journey Though it's just begun
Perfection, Caught in a moment so complex that the average mind cannot comprehend such an unexpected necessity. To lie in arms, embracing what is and doomed never to be.
once, twice, again
I just broke down. Why? For what reason am I breaking down? Why does my pretty little face have this ugly frown? Its's 12:35 am and so much is on m mind So many emotions, feelings, or whatever kind