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When the moon rises is it time to
feast? To indulge ourselves in the sweet and unsavory? Does the moon being high
give us permission to be what goes..
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Through Oceans and through LakesThe waves upon the seaFlowing though the river boundsMaking its way towards meThe summer day blueThe pink kissed skyTh..
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In and out. In and out. In and out.
Breath, just breath. In and out. In and out. Rocking back yearning to share
sorrows. Pressed upon your shoulders..
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F**k, f**k, f**k. So far behind. No way to catch up. I’m never
going to succeed. Fail, fail, fail. All I can see. Going down, down, down. I don..
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The pain I feel just lingers inside. Sometimes it recedes
but it always will come forth again. Like a tidal wave in the sea. Blue water
caressing th..
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Her mind was strong
but slowly it weakened. Each jab, each smirk, like a blow to her head. She would
sit there and wait. Criss-crossed on her beds h..
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You'll try and try to reach out to grasp onto something -anything - to pull yourself out, yet all you can find is dry space. How did it all go so wron..
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Her name was Diane. She sat by a
window. Each day slowly rocking, creaking on the wooden floor. Her hair was
pulled back, with misty blue eyes stari..
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He never sees me. Looking past, waving to the object behind me, he never sees me. I'm silent, I don't talk. For if I do my voice will shake and my hea..
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Here it goes again. The feeling inside my chest that just refuses to go away. Rearing its ugly head again. It made me miss a fun time with "friends". ..
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