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[mdntepoet]

this silence, this mask, this inner-haven of darkness... as I lean closer to the fire... as I wish for the poets lyre... a distraction, an inner voice, i seems to play to me in my sleep.. my trance, I wonder when will I wake, when will I peel this mask off.. when will the fire stop burning sweet smell of zinc poisoning the air, a deep breath of

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[sherye]

I hate how conversations still haunt me :\ Even if they were years ago... even if I was only 6, still it makes me still feel the same horrible emotion I experienced that same day, many years ago. When can I just let it all go?

i feel ya

[heyitstowelie]

you sound so disappointed in yourself
what is it that you were hoping to do?
and is everyone really that terrible?