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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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She has stumbled to a place where adequacy in inadequate, the sky is purple and green raspberries taste like...... strawberries. She lets the juice dribble down swallowing the happiness and laughing He told her she was special she was meant to be made.... what was the word? happy? what is happy? she deserves to be treated like a........princess It seems now that her world is set on making sure another tear never falls from her deep brown eyes so they give her everything. The least they ever gave her was the most she ever had and she apologizes for crying on the carpet, her teardrops left imprints in the sand. the world's getting in her way again she mixes the happiness and hatred and drinks it like rum and coke. they say she shouldn't be afraid she can come out of her shell again but she's locked them out and thrown away the key, sadness and despair have found their hands full of her soul. She never wanted to be special. Can't depend on others for happiness she spins and falls hitting the rock hard ground impact leaving scratches blood dripping from her mouth and she smiles through the tears. She isn't meant to be made happy she isn't meant to be wonderful isn't meant to whisper to herself late at night while she clings desperately to her teddy bear and wonders about the strange things. The voices are back again stuck on repeat and saying "You are special, you are special" but at least it's better than the alternative... "paint the kitchen red, my dear, you will make me very happy". She mumbles in her sleep wishing to be pinched, to wake up from the dream all that is haunting her is still trapped inside of her mind. she never wanted to be special. "Wie ein Quadrat in einem Kreis, eck' ich immer wieder an obwohl ich doch schon lange weiß, daß ich niemals ändern kann." ~Wizo |
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Kielo Senior Member
since 2002-02-11
Posts 1109 |
You are a very talented story-teller. Thank you. Kielo I know only one thing, and that thing is that I know nothing. |
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