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It won't stop reminding me, of how nothing ever matters but the stings I've endured. Once bitten, twice shy

What am I doing?

what are the things to keep me where i am? or what I am? I barely understand whatever comes to mind these days, lest what goes into print. things i once hold dear are now misplaced. i am a mess, complete fucking sodding mess.

emptiness. is there such, when there is none?

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All of a sudden she rose, feeling the bed around her. Incredibly better state of sheets; she thought. Behind her eyelids, the world fluttered. Everything seemed to balance on the verge of demise, hovering in a place in which one couldn't feel. Air came through a crack in the window, and the generated wind, humid in the afternoon simmer, tensed on ( Read more... )

i live, gently,
in the grass of your palm,
inside of you, and when things
bang on the roof asking for answers,
i'll tighten into the very tinge of humanity
scrawling on the walls of barricades and reason

disappear just any minute. so faint, in this tinge of life... curling inferiority in the face of the universe. what's true to life?