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WHEN
THE
TIME
HAD
COME...I
BECAME
A
MOCKING
BIRD.NOW
I
BECOME
UNSTABLE...
UNCALM.THE
VISIONS
OF
SEPERATION...DANCE
IN
MY
RETINASAS
MY
OWN
KIND
WITHDRAWFURTHER
AND
FURTHER
AWAY.LOOKING
SAD
AND
UNWORTHY...SPEAKING
WORDS
THAT
GROW
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IF
I
COULD
CHOOSE
A
DAYI
WOULD
ERASE
IT
LIKE
THE
WINDLIKE
A
TREE
THAT
IS
BRITTLEAND
DOES
NOT
BEND OH--
I
KNOW
THE
PAIN
I'VE
COST &nbs
p;
BY
THE
LOSS
OF
MY
FATHER...
HIS
LOVE
WAS
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IT'S
SO
EASY
TO
WANTAND
SO
HARD
TO
LET
IT
SHOWWORDS
ONCE
RAN
LIKE
RIVERSOUT
OF
ME
AND
ONTO
YOU NOW
I
FEAR
I
MAY
BE
BARRIED...
BELOW
THE
LINES
OF
PERFECTION....
BELOW
EXPECTATIONS
OF
SOMETHING
BETTER IS
ANYTHING
BETTER?IS
ANYONE
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| By: |
Hildico
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| Mood: | Tired |
| Date: | Mar. 10, 2010 |
| OFFLINE
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The
muscle
stiffness
and
spasms
have
gotten
bad
enough
that
I
am
seriously
considering
not
taking
this
sh*t
anymore.
I
know
everyone
will
be
mad
at
me
for
not
taking
my
drugs,
but
I
still
have
Prozac
and
Klonopin
to
keep
me
healthy
and
the
pain
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THE
POEMS
WILL
GET
YATHE
POET
WILL
SCARE
YASHE'S
ALL
ON
HER
OWNSHE'S
THE
GHOST
IN
YOUR
ROOM THE
WORDS
ARE
IN
YOUR
TABLETTHEY'RE
CRYING
OUT
YOUR
NAMEIT'S
ALL
THE
LOST
REFLECTION
OF
THE
POET
AND
THE
.....
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