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Outdoors
Contributed by
gypsymaddness
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Friday, 20th April 2012 @ 01:02:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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You bet you had no one to stay so close to you, you were so sure that no one else knew how much you were asquew. Paranoia rushes through those veigns, but you do not listen. taunting whispers in your sleep, thinking it is nothing but a dream. You did not count on me, being the one you were subconciously looking for,Thinking it is your imagination, when it was fact, that I was the one waiting from the outdoors. But that is me whispering, That is me staring,Before I go back into the shadows,having an internal battle.Wanting to have more, do more,than to go back to the outdoors.
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Re: Outdoors
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Saturday, 21st April 2012 @ 12:28:40 AM AEST (User
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I had some chills while reading this. Good work.
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