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A Lingering PastAnd this is my life teetering on the edge of another tragedy, There is something sick inside me when I continue to revisit wounds that I have for long claimed to have abandoned, Insanity must dwell inside me when I turn from Eden and peer at destruction and agony with a sincere yearning, Fate seems to have blindfolded me and is now tossing me around like a schoolyard bully, My concept of love must be twisted or tainted; for happiness is not what I desire, Or maybe some wretched thing inside me is driving me to self-destruction, And for those who think I’m overreacting: don’t you think it’s odd when someoneA Lingering Past


TornTorn between three lost faiths of her past, Guided for a fleeting moment and then dropped to deal with her suffocating confusion on her own, Clarity locked away in a dungeon beneath logic, Light inaccessible to the heart, Confined by her longing to belong, She whispers in the night to find her place among the stars, Lusting over a broken cross and empty space, Her sub-conscience sleeping among the trees of the forest, Grasping to understand the truth of the matter, Her heart gasping for freedom under such narrow views, Who are you to judge what is right and what is wrong? FeeliTorn


Peace of MindClouds lacing the horizon like satin smudges, Ruffles leading on and on into the heavens, Vast wisps nearing my window. A view of lush continuous mountains in the distance, Dotted with traces of civilization. Swaying limbs frame my outlook, With a magnificent dressing of green foliage and purple wildflowers. A bird floats through the wind like a young child’s whispers, Letting its wings catch the breeze, Effortlessly rising higher as if this was the creature’s single release and pleasure. Chills wrap around my spine as I find peace of mind in the surrounding serenity.Peace of Mind
How are you?
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When enthusiasm is driven by confidence any goal can be attained
-Robert E. Regent
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There's relief in the violent breakdown,
Clutch my hair,
Claw at my begging skin,
Take my eyes out,
Never again will this mind see day.
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Last update: 15 October 2009
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There's relief in the violent breakdown,
Clutch my hair,
Claw at my begging skin,
Take my eyes out,
Never again will this mind see day.
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Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Wishing you a good day with a bag filled with treats =]
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