

lasting ties.Warm, loud, loving-- She wears my pearls every day, sometimes they are entwined in her fingers or pressed in her lips. She means the world to me, especially when she smiles. She has no idea how beautiful she really is, I guess that's what makes me love her even more. She takes what she can get, never pushes for more. Cold, silent, bitter-- She hurts in her own solitary confinement, no one can reach her. She says she will never hug and laugh again, I hope this is not true. She swears she is bitter, I swear she is just tired. It takes a lot to push her far, I just hope she hasn't been forcedlasting ties.


Something to DoThis is the new great depression, prozac to whores. There's nothing to do but the taboo. Anything that we hear or see becomes reality. The thought of sitting here in our easy chairs, our conditioned houses our jobless lives of cushioned security.Something to Do
So many lives brought into the world, cause it was just something to do. So many lives taken from the world, cause it got to so many of us, and what else to do?
The world inside my brain is dying, the words were not saying is everything I'm going through. only the ones that live through strife are 'bringing' us thin
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