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script for paralysis. . .
Contributed by
elle
on
Friday, 3rd April 2009 @ 10:54:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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my addiction lurks
noonside,
evenings & each dawn.
melts spoonside
triumphant. . .
disguised as a pawn.
colours run together
as if they try to flee.
I have no mechanism
to cope.
I've learned how
not to be. . .
nothing clamours louder
than my denial of myself
strong desire
to not be me.
neurons firing,
colliding. . .
a consequence
a mystery.
tied, levied
& released.
the essence
that I give you
timeless. . .
you take without
giviing in return.
but you return to me
as all hope burns.
seems like script
for paralysis. . .
Copyright ©
elle
... [
2009-04-03 22:54:55]
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Re: script for paralysis. . .
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 4th April 2009 @ 08:39:43 AM AEST
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Yeah, interesting how sedation becomes a lifestyle.
I've learned how
not to be. . .
How sadly true. :-(
Another powerful poem from the pen of elle!
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Re: script for paralysis. . .
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by Balmain_Tiger on
Saturday, 4th April 2009 @ 10:02:38 AM AEST
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| Nonreturnable communication lacks love. and when that ends paralysis sets in too. |
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