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I'm not sick Mommy.
Perhaps all the vomiting is my mind's plea,
To escape this broken shell, body.
The harder I heave, the greater chance of my mind's liberty.
My mind is too strong to be contained by a human,
I am a semi-colon in the perfectly authoured novel of humanity.
Surrounded by perfect people, living perfect lives, never knowing strife.
In the arms of who they love, free to dream,
7/17/13
The story doesn't have to end
Talk me through it
Show me you care
Help me back
;
Do you know what this is?
It's a semi colon
I see myself a vision of perfection,
Regardless of what my mother says that only god is,
If only god is I am god of my own self vision,
Anything else is kept to myself as self imprisonment,
