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EVERYONE in the US should read this. It should be a bit of a wake-up call...
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Sitting down this morning, I tried to write for you. Underneath this willow of gnarled twigs, like old pencil stubs. I gathered they would
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I'm awake, disappointed that the sun is barely breathing. My walls frown, I agree. It's always lonely after I've dreamt something wonderful. The sheets tangle with my dampened limbs. it only takes a second out of that realiza
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Tiles in doctor's office ceilings break away to form black holes. I can feel my breath being sucked into them, the life is being sucked out
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He loves her too much to subject her to that.
He rubs her back and whisper-sings a lullaby as the bulemia takes over again.
by dolls-x-phoenixes
13 lines, 8 comments,
on Jun 13 10:40 AM. In Dark, Weird, Thoughts, Society, Sad, Prose, Addiction, Bulemia, Alcohol, Drugs
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As I fight the tide of people in these overcrowded, drama-tinged hallways, I am sinking deeper into blue than my sanity can handle. The sam
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So...it has finally happened. Took but the flap of a humming bird’s wing for you to deliver the final blow. At least now I can release this breath once and for all, despite it being my last. But when I do die, I
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by valor
37 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 2 9:31 PM. In prose
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I should've stopped. Turned around, and called it a day. Should've said alot of things I felt, but didn't. The smell of creosote, grass, hot tracks, and a sense, that there was
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The CNR trains that pass through our town, weigh less than they did ten years ago. I can tell by the weaker volume of glass, how our brittle-old windows seemed in danger of dissolving during harvest season, and the musi
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I sit here underneath millions of stars, the cold air seeping through my winter coat, but that doesn’t bother me. I’ve got something on my
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In her eyes I saw forever. I took comfort in the warmth of her skin. In my eyes she saw desperation. On my skin she preyed.
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