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Topic: i dont know what this is.
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Erimica
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posted January 28, 2002 20:21
just tell me what you feel/get from this, please.when the rays of sunlight haven't yet poured into the desert-green wasteland i call home, i stumble out of bed. each morning, expecting something new. and each afternoon, nothing in return. expectations are shot. hopes and dreams are not yet shattered, but forced to their knees. the exterior is a girl; smiling, and dancing through the day. beneath the rough surface, however, is nothing short of self torment. i say fuck trying. this decievingly shining, still imperfect [far from perfect] self has come to the end of the ever-fraying rope. this morning after mourning. i fear the worst, although i tell myself the worst has passed. the few that glimpsed the dark abyss of confused anger and suffering have all run madly into the sunset. nothing more is left to show, or to give, or to try. i said fuck trying. and so have you. now the few that are left, what sense did that make?
-------------------- ~Erica
Posts: 305 | From: Tucson, Az | Registered: Oct 2001
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