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May
Contributed by
Miguel319
on
Tuesday, 26th October 2010 @ 01:39:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Another waking day.
Birds singing their sweet songs
and the glow of the intense morning sun swamps my face.
such a perfect morning in may.
That it would be.
if it was not for the dull aching emptyness in the pit of my stomach.
the feeling of self worth does not reside in me.
i will try anything just to feel free,
once again.
It's time to get up,
i lift my heavy head from my flattend pillow...
my body is weak, from months of abusing prescription drugs.
they do not help, they never have,
They are just yet one more reason to be labled as insociable.
paranoia has taken a firm grip of my life,
everybody hates me, i can hear there laughs......comments,
these devils disgust me.
as i enter the kitchen, i see the culprate who scared my arm.
sitting there shining like an angel,
wanting me to grasp it one final time to finish the job.
who am i to deny such beauty.
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Miguel319
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2010-10-26 13:39:25] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: May
(User Rating: 1 ) by po-it on
Tuesday, 26th October 2010 @ 09:38:00 PM AEST (User
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I like how you are trying to draw an image. It feels slightly disconnected and require more than one read, maybe that's intentional. |
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