What?
No thoughts just actions
Regrettable illusions of perfection
In moments of untold reactions
Consisting of unwashed reflections
Indistinguishable moments
Carried on by a blanket prison
Scents of green grass burrowed beneath my skin
Aching for reality to close its fist on my hand
Pull me back
My screams are indistinguishable beneath the laughter
Who’s laughing?
“Not I”
Who’s talking?
“No one”
Cry moan weep
In moments nothing matters
Excitement eased by shallow moaning
And pleasure is beckoning me
I love and hate myself in a single moment
I torture my withered shell
Sleep, get lost there
Then the tears, they never come
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Written June 2nd, 2006
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this was a bad experience i had last june in wich i did xtc and was raped hence the never again i hope this helps you understand
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I thought that this piece was very well written. I love how I can feel the emotions flowing off the page as I read every word. You seem as if you were deep in thought when you wrote this. It seems a bit painful as if this happened sometime ago and masking an actual situation with words like these is absolutely brilliant, if I'd say so. I hope you feel better.
^ Dom ^
Edited on Jun 03, 10:02 because ''.
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