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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
Words puncture holes in her skin she is distant, drowning in a sea of Beethoven's ninth, avoidance seems almost too easy with these paper thin walls. Scared and shaking she cries out for survival, for an angel, for anything, she searches for a hole, for the pit of the problem, did she say something that made him mad? She's built up a tough skin and the sound barrier is a little weak it wasn't her fault, it was just one of those nights. Salvation just out of her grasp she's wrestled back into it again fighting always for her way out and not to find a way in. She's floating in his stream again his words breaking her heart and making her count down the days until she can disappear. - maybe more later [This message has been edited by Allysa (09-15-2003 02:43 PM).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I'd give you a hug if I could -- for the both of us. Hell, for all of us. |
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Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
that is very kind of you, mike. My hands haven't stopped shaking for several days, and I've decided that the world is one incredibly large hallucination. Hugs make all the difference. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
L2ve this, meant to reply last night but i was out of it..i felt this i know this..awesome write |
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