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AnxietyLove floats further in my dreams, Ripping me by my seams. This fear will never leave me be. My head hurts... I can't stop screaming. Why does it feel like I'm not breathing? This monster inside me, It's controlling me... I can't help but be paranoid, I'm trapped in this circular void. My fingers are bleeding From trying to escape these walls that never seem to be recieding. My head is screaming! From pulling so hard at their roots, I swear I'm still bleeding... I push at my eyes, Trying to ignore my own ignorant cries. My mind is so clouded... &nbsAnxiety


Flower of my EyeA mirror. And a little girl before it; Her curiosity waxes.Flower of my Eye
The fingers. Middle and thumb Brush the soft petals.
A wondering. What would it feel like? To pluck one of those petals? To twirl and examine it?
A jolt. The fresh feeling, the wave, And the black petal Succumbs, falling loose.
A habit. The fresh feeling, the wave, And more black petals Succumb, falling loose,
Seldom growing back.
Secrets 2

One It starts off with one. One jet-black hair squeezed between pudgy fingertips turning pink as I squeeze harder. Just one, I tell myself, but we both know itll graduate to three or four, and then Ill tell myself again. Stop. Not that I can hear in my daze, or maybe I just dont want to acknowledge that Im doing it again. Reach up, pull, repeat.One
Four turns to ten. They lay scattered around my keyboard or book; whichever I happen to be at. Some come off short, some come out long. Some have a patch of skin cells on th
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"Sometimes you're further than the moon. Sometimes you're closer than my skin. You surround me like a winter fog. You've come and burn me with a kiss. And my heart burns for you. And my heart burns... for you."
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"As an artist, the only thing I have to offer is the revelation of my soul." -Eleonora Duse
Also have recently done a poem on the subject
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We are not androids.
Ah, hope you get your internet fixed soon!
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We are not androids.
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Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
- Albert Schweitzer (1875 - 1965)
And it's ok! I hope you get access soon.
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Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory.
- Albert Schweitzer (1875 - 1965)
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