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Post by strangeclouds on Mar 9, 2005 18:15:50 GMT -5
Pull gently, tear here. Needles |.|stuck|.| between your toes like- soldiers marching... But, there’s nothing left- and there’s nothing right... ...anymore. My screams could peel the paint off of walls. A whitened sky- The eyes, stuck in rows... Iced over- Breaking all the time... "It's been knocking on the windows and the floors..." *Bites his lip* -still clinging, to the cellophane- "Just...up the meds." Crystalized...and sleep deprived- that makes me feel niiice and empty inside. And they always say, they don’t want anything when they always end up taking... more than they can handle. With sharpened shoulderblades he came back, all ||cut up|| and told me that I[/u] couldn't feel. 'So much anger for such a small person'... Yeah- well I could crack. your. smile. I could tear up the sky that you are standing in- and have you not. even. notice. Have you paint me pictures with the blades of a paintbrush... and make ~music~ for instruments, that can only rattle in their boxes... "But I only do this to stop feeling..." He said. My eyes- turn the walls chalk white... I wondered, if he ever had feeling at all... [/color]
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