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Sunday, September 26, 2004
Five vicodin chased with a shot of clarity
After all this time of asking questions
Of trying to find something to quiet this soul
I'm left alone within my mind into this self-made hell I delve
It's not as hot as you think
More so dark and cold with no room to breathe
I'm sorry I don't think it's going to be ok this time
My heart has skipped its final beat
It's beating me down onto the floor
That must mean that the pills are working
The glass isn't half empty this time
I smashed it on the ground a long time ago
It shattered when it fell
And I broke to pieces
Each shard's another reason
Another way to give up
This skin is so tight that the air can't reach my brain
There is nothing telling my heart to beat any faster
To let me scream for help
I will never give up
I will never take the easy way out
This is life
This is struggle
This is love
This is war
Ateryu
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Sunday, September 19, 2004
perfection through silence.
this story is old only to those who have grown cold. and we are buying only truths that turns out to be silence.
the stillness of it all. did you realise that? that nothing has changed. but it's alright, we're not worse off.
fold the corners, break the silence.
what am i supposed to do?
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Tuesday, September 14, 2004
i think there should be something more to this.
please speak tersely.
because.
i.
want.
to.
know.
my dear.
what.
the dusk.
of.
that day.
brought.
but now.
that
is
all.
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Monday, September 13, 2004
you speak of mysteries and cryptic legerdermain. you wear shadow sleeves but walk the brightest of light. there's nothing hidden under your cloak, but you live by the sword. and its right there in your hands.
i've been standing on the edge of me, and i'll plunge in.
put my wreath on for me.
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