Opening
A pen bleeds
Tears form upon the page
The abstract materialized
Recorded before it fades
Emotions turned outward
On sleepless nights, stirred
Heart's contents poured
The illusions unfold
Reflection of a sort
Yet nothing to ascertain
Insecurities run rampant
Free from the reins
Focus is distorted
Words simply appear
Façade brushed aside
Feelings never clear
Mind disconnected
Darkness to contemplate
Eyelids bring silence
Peace 'til the day
6/29/11






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Greetings Members of the internet
I don't need no doctor or shrink to tell me how mad I am, we can guess by ourselves
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stefii
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dolorem est gaudium
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stefii
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~The games of Limbo and Politics share one very fundamental question that the participant of either must answer before partaking -- "How low can you go?"~
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