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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 11:56 am
This room is suffocating me
I can't breathe
No ones here to comfort me
As many people as there are in here
I still feel alone
I can't really smile
Can't really sleep or feel
The room looks as black as this ink
Spreading through my endless thoughts
Wanting to escape
Escape to my fantasy of happy endings
To where all my problems seem to be solved
Nothing to stress about other than what story should I write about now
With all the words spreading across the page
I still hear all the voices
My voice, only able to reach as far as this page
All the noise surrounds me
Feels like I'm trapt
Or rather
More like I'm not really here at all
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 8:41 pm
Wow... this is awesome!! I know that sometimes when I feel ignored, I'll just daydream about random stories. The voices in my head (people who don't want to sound crazy call them "muses") can be my best friends sometimes, lol!
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:55 pm
Lol thank you so much for reading 4laugh Im glad you enjoyed it whee i know my stuffs kind of depressing but those are the thoughts that I get when im alone .. go figure xp
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 3:08 pm
nice i mean i really felt like i was there staring down at the kid in the corner watching him go crazy with writing
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