Atosa
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What Anxiety is likeA Story by AtosaIt’s dark. The room that is. If you can call it a room. I call it a concrete box, so small you can barely stretch your arms out. And then the wa.. |
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A cryA Poem by AtosaMy dear, when the end of the day has come to my door when we all lie under the tranquility of the night I will escape to the place where we once sat.. |
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4th of AprilA Screenplay by AtosaThis is meant to be read exactly as it's written. Some words are emphasized, some are screamed out loud. Inspired by the style of Sarah Kane and her a.. |
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March 23 2011A Poem by AtosaIt’s indeed a funny institution people crammed into this building called school and as we walk down the corri.. |
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There is this place that I knowA Poem by AtosaDarkness and a beam of light Falling over me where I sit In the midst of jackets and boots With fur coats hanging above me My hand distantly s.. |
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It's a long way backA Poem by AtosaFrom where you standand the blinking red lightwith the gun in your handit's a long way backwet palms and cheeksyour pulse the only beatscreams are blo.. |
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WantA Poem by AtosaMore than you can give - I wantnonexistent and unconditional love-I crave-day and night I daydream of you-and long for the day when someone needs meI'.. |
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In piecesA Story by AtosaI already know how it's going to be.I'll wake up one day with the sun shining downon me and I'll think that it's going to be a goodday but it won't an.. |
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Half of me / Yellow cab of memoriesA Poem by AtosaEmpty handed I stand On the cold cobbled street Cruel drops burning my skin Memories of a dark salty sea Desperately holding on To the image of.. |
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Porcelain fistsA Poem by AtosaWith porcelain fists you hit The solid iron door With a broken hand you turn Hunched back and spirit low Pieces of porcelain Lying on the muddy.. |
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