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FearFailure is an excuse for not trying (It's like a white, bleeding void) Not trying is an excuse for fear (Empty, cold and unforgiving) Fear is an excuse for not living (All mistakes are lain bare, the stark stain of beetroot on a white shirt) Not living is an excuse for dying. (My pupils narrow from the pain of the light and sin) They're everywhere, invading my concentration, tuggingFear
by ~TreeHuggingNica
Your Idea Of Fun?Invisible whispers Lips pursed tight Screaming eyes What are you doing... Here?Your Idea Of Fun?
[Limbo]
Talk to die Silence to survive Intimidation hangs heavy on lips What am I doing... Here?
[Uncertainty]
Discontented sighs Fake smiles Cold reaching hands Shake?
[Will it hurt?]
Honestly, Looks hurt more.
[Contempt]
Unmoving expressions
Like wooden masks Seated on concrete chairs, Nibbling concrete food
[TV dinners are more exciting]
Painfu
by ~TreeHuggingNica
StrugglingAnd I struggle to find the right words to describe how I'm feeling. Angry? Confused? Devastated? Yeah, you've heard this a million time over. And you know everything that's going through my mind. But what if I say,Struggling
I don't care.
I don't care if you burn me at the stake. I don't care if you throw me in a river and drown my soul. I don't care if you torture me bit by bit, break down my will and leave me smashed inside.
All I know, is that you don't know. And why should I tell you if you're deaf to my calls? And why should I show you when you're blind to
by ~TreeHuggingNica
Part 5Storm's face was healing quite nicely this time - all the swelling had gone down, most of the bruises had gone from blue to yellow, and every mark of abuse could be successfully covered with make up. She wondered why her face was healing so fast, it had only been 2 weeks and usually her face was still a bit tender. Maybe her father hadn't beaten her so hard this time, maybe he was slowly but surely stopping the abuse. Maybe he was finally keeping to his word.Part 5
That day at school seemed better than the rest of the week had been. Maybe it was just because it was Friday. Maybe it was because she no longer looked like a freak. Maybe a
by ~TreeHuggingNica
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Wasting -time- awayHave you ever taken the time to notice, felt how peculiar your own fingertips feel? Maybe I have too much (time) On my handsWasting -time- away
You know, you told me, you told me to think of only myself (just for once) And now that I am – I am being truly utterly selfish – just like you asked You won't believe me at all
Why is it that one can't tickle oneself? The sensation is the same Why must it insist on stressing the isolation?
You know you promised You promised you would never leave (me alone) You said that you co
by ~Siluriformes
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It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Then it's a fucking party.
I come bearing many thanks for the reading on mine scriptures, as well as the
My appreciation is yours.
Good day.
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(Don't forget to think)
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It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Then it's a fucking party.
you totally need to help me with this! it is speaking alien to me!
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It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Then it's a fucking party.
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It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Then it's a fucking party.
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