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Attempting Freedom RESUBMITTEDEncased in the coldness of these walls, reaching, stumbling, trying hard to escape. I peer through the crack in the ceiling, is that my only way out, through there?Attempting Freedom RESUBMITTED
So humid is this room, but the floor--so cold. Splinters reaching out to me--trying to embed themselves in my flesh. This room consumed by darkness--the only light is from that crack, That crack that holds my freedom from this......place.
Is it really possible to fit through there--maybe enlargen it somehow? Or is my mind diseluding it\'s self trying to find a way out? The little scratching sounds in the cor
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So pull on your hair, pull on your pout, cut the
conversation, just open your mouth. Pull on your
face, pull on your feet and let's hit opening time
down on fascination street --The Cure
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I'm allergic to drama.
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crooked hands shall ne'er kiss the sweetest satins within the minds of innocence
Dee
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Wouldn't you like to know what i'm really thinking....
Like a whilting flower, I too will die. But know that in this life, I will be your rose.
And dont ever stop smiling.
-Shari
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`steal my words and i'll stab u with my pencil
[ .boredom.happens. ]
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