My transparent gem
To thee I give
My heart and vein
Thy sharpness feels painful
And the evening turns red
Oh the sun! How it mourns!
That now I am dead…
My dear transparent gem.
Author notes
This is about my "transparent gem", better known as the piece of broken glass I use to cut myself (please do not insult >_>).
It is about a problem I have right now, and the method I usually use to try and solve it. o.o
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awe this is nicely written.
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awww i can sure relate to that....its nicely written hun! oh and the metaphors are great!! sorry u feel the need to even cut but hope it gets better for you soonn!!
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Wow... That was deep...
As an ex cutter myself, I can appreciate the beauty, temptation & struggle of the action...
A moving piece that didn't fail to move me...
Well done!!!
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This is very nicely written...love the Old English...deeply emotional and creative...best to you in overcoming...
Best,
mystic
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Wow. I really liked this. I'm not sure if I know exactly what you meant it to be, but it speaks to me. I love the metephore too!
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Iinteresting... Makes me think. Is it about a guy? Sorry, i like to ask questions. Or girl, if you go both ways.. or one.. AH! I'll stop now.
I like the metaphore!
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