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Position Yourself in my Prospective.
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Position Yourself in my Prospective. |
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xTr3m3sT Member
since 2008-03-03
Posts 415 |
My secret life is followed by aggressive strife and infidelity I'm readily accepting this disgusting penalty possibly I may drown in my wave of sorrow drinking a bottle of Bacardi while my bones turn hollow and tomorrow may never come so why do I try to stay alive in the eye of the beholder, I might as well die I'm going to cry but I feel no pain my brain sees plain images of strain and in vain I try to stop this vein from popping and from watching my blood splatter pattering on the floor and eventually it won't even matter cause' time and space has been stopping me from saying ''kill me'', I'm guessing the way I've been praying it's been swaying me different ways while my persona image is portraying death while my breath stinks from the stench of crystal meth I can't take this anymore, my life is done take this gun and pop me up like it's fun. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Angel, This is an exceptionally well written long sentence. It takes me back to my huffing days. Don't worry, you'll get over it. Bobby |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Angel, Bobby is right, BUT, you have to take the steps yourself. To start with, please will you look in the mirror and really see right through your eyes and into your soul, and tell yourself that you are beautiful, that God made you and loves you, and that you love and care for yourself. Do this at least once a day. - Owl |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
OwlSA, That's a good idea. It reminds me of a friend I had when I was growing up. He always had a smile on his face, even though he was poor, often times hungry, and his old man wasn't working, and he himself was tiny, so he was picked on a lot. He said every morning, he'd smile at himself in the mirror, then wash his face with ice cold water to freeze that smile there. It worked well for him. It's surprising what you can do with a mirror. BTW, Huffing acetone (glue) can destroy your liver. Thankfully I gave it up before it hurt me. Bobby [This message has been edited by Robert E. Jordan (06-08-2008 09:02 PM).] |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Bobby I like the story of your smiling friend. I am glad you gave up huffing (never heard that word before except as used in the story of Little Red Riding Hood) glue. - Owl |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Thanks Owl, Come to think of it, I must have looked pretty funny coming down the street holding a bag up to my face. Sorry Angel, for hijacking your excellent thread. Bobby |
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graeshine2006 Member
since 2008-06-03
Posts 368The Prairie Lands, USA |
Angel - This is an interesting piece... it's like your brain is just flowing. If this piece is telling your story, I hope that you are soon able to stand tall soon and stop floundering with the flow you are going with. Peaceful wishes. Deb |
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