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LucidityNow Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 118Canada |
Tired and frightened jaded by it all meaning, mystery, treasures, tribulations I don't want it anymore Chest tight, gut queer even life's miricles no longer appeal to me having no where left to turn save this dreary present moment I've feigned control for so long... chaos mounts around me now procrastinate, MAKE IT STOP or slow it down... please? panic I beg for sleep discreetly weep I'm in too deep I CANNOT KEEP... this up But yet I do it's nothing new keep death in queue THIS LIFE I RUE... ahhh there it is There's nothing like rock bottom you see where panic fails in reaching me where pain and sorrow are tools to be my guides to feigned recovery and i'm certain that if i drive into those trees, it would make less of a mess, than she's made of me... [This message has been edited by LucidityNow (05-11-2004 09:21 PM).] |
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Defective Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 73Salisbury NC |
I CANNOT believe this hasn't gotten any replies. Well, I'd be honored to be the first. This was amazing and I've felt exactly the same way while having a panic attack... that's probably not what you're describing here but that is what it feels like and you have put it in tto words so dilligently. Thank you for sharing this. |
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kissa~rachelle Senior Member
since 2003-11-27
Posts 988nowhere special |
wow.. this was amazing. I cant beleive it hasnt gotten any more replies than this. amazing write. Very amazing. The rhyming was perfect, an dthe imagery was as well. I want a relationship i can finally sink my teeth into.~ Alexander Sterling |
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