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| boredom. sudden and thick. shes been sitting, staring at this painfully
frusterating device for hours now. or so it seems. ((time to move)).
push back. she stands, the cramped muscles in her limbs scream in
protest. soles push down hard, gravity reluctantly gives way. ((no big
deal)). for a moment her vision darkens, then blurs of black and white
static race before her eyes. she watches patiently, it subsides, back
to the norm.((you wont get away that easily)). she walks to her window,
thinking. or trying to. but it is difficult, and shes distracted. the
spiny fingers of exhaustion tap her skull. ((go away)).
persistant...troubling...unavoidable. ((leave me alone)). she lookes
out the window now. the sky bleeds black, the sun had long fled. ((how
cruel)). the darkness is illuminating, the silence, deafening. every
atom in her body longs for slumber. ((just go, please)). she gives in
willingly, collapsing into the safe haven that is her bed. eyes heavy,
corpse aching, she slips away and happily falls asleep underneath the
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I am of the readers, the thinkers and dreamers.
We read the words and take in the dialog of a work filled with intrigue.
Willingly, we entangle ourselves in the publication of a brilliant minds work.
A work which so effortlessly entrapts us in the life of another.
Though we are greatful for the life our creator has given us, we long for the emotion of a journey not our own.
And though each copy of the book is the same, our interpretation is unique.
Each individual reads, and as they do a new experiance comes to life
And so, with the first sentence, a new confession begins
We wait as the story unfolds and blossoms into a heartstopping tale of mystery, beauty, and passion.
Much like the blooming of the rose, with its heartstopping beauty, they both take our breath away.
Both leave our spirits feeling renewed.
And then the story winds down, we realize with disappointment the end is nearing
And so comes the last chapter, and all the loose ends are tied
Then finally the last sentence, then, closure
Reality comes rushing back, and we are once again alone with our
thoughts as we realize we are back again to fighting our own battles.
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| All the things I've ever lacked,
All a sudden come rushing back.
All the things I've ever said,
Go rambling round inside my head.
All the things I've ever feared,
All a sudden feel very near.
The many poems in my soul,
All fall down in a deep dark hole.
Everytime I see you near,
You're everything I ever feared,
ever lacked, ever said,
you choke the thoughts inside my head.
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fragile soul, shattered dreams,
untold lies, heard not seen.
one lost love, a hidden trace,
broken hearts, an unseen face.
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did you ever love someone and know they didnt care?
did you ever feel like crying knowing it would get you nowhere?
did you ever look into someones eyes and say a little prayer?
did you ever look into someones heart wishing you were there?
did you ever watch someone walk away, not wanting them to go?
did you ever whisper "god i love you" but never let them know?
you cry at night in misery and almost go insane
nothing else in this world causes so much pain
if i could choose between life and death, i think id rather die
because love hurts and the price you pay is high
so i say dont fall in love, it'll hurt before its through
you see my friend, i should know, i fell in love with you.
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