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pain
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Dark Spiral
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Jul 9 18:43 UTC 1999 |
Unprovked desolation grips my soul, tearing at the fabric of my sanity.
Sadness like a bottomless well, swallowing every waking moment. Releif! Mercy!
Let me dream of great things, glorious times and true loves. There is none
here. I sit, a hollow sheel of emotion, concealing the black pearl of
desperate sadness. I am torn between worlds, between friends, and between
destiny. I long to sleep, once again I will be satisfied with my existance.
Time has one constant; regret/ What should I have done? My path is silent,
my company; none. A wanderer without a destination or path. Where does such
pain come from? I walk alone, far from reconciliation. The only salvation is
the green breath of truth, like aspirin for the soul. I long to cry, to
express the emotional agony that eats away at my mind. Let regret go and I
will not even have misery to keep me company. The tides of remorse smash
against the cliff of distant memory.
I sit motionless as my eyes burn a hole in the page infront of me. My muscles
twitch in anticipation of an action I know will not come. Anxiety rips at my
conscience. I dig myself deeper into a hole of ruin, knowing I am incapable
of escape. I look up but see no sunshine. I look down but see no end. Trust
is a dangerous investment that has left me broken and without recourse. Anger
at a unknown betrayel; a forced mistake. It is a pain that can not leave this
tired conscience. Nothing can be done, there is no remedy. The only company
is thought that has no conclusion.
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pain
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response 1 of 9:
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Jul 9 18:46 UTC 1999 |
I am not sure what this is other than unsettling. Its not exactly poetry but
its not exactly not poetry either. Its in the same language. It certainly
conjures some powerful feelings and memories for me.
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toking
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response 2 of 9:
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Jul 10 06:55 UTC 1999 |
same here, but it kinda feels like I'm looking at it from the other
side....
good show
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pain
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response 3 of 9:
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Jul 10 17:35 UTC 1999 |
The other side? Interesting. What do you mean?
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toking
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response 4 of 9:
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Jul 11 05:02 UTC 1999 |
absolutely nothing actually... I hadn't slept for a few days when I
posted that and was dwelling a bit too much on the bit:
"I am torn between worlds, between friends, and between
destiny."
and got to thinking about how I had been one of the friends and part of
one of the worlds that a friend was torn between...she left for the
other
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jshafer
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response 5 of 9:
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Jul 11 07:54 UTC 1999 |
/emote slaps toking around a bit <grin>
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pain
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response 6 of 9:
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Jul 13 15:54 UTC 1999 |
Ahh. See, you did mean something. Everything means something.
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dea
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response 7 of 9:
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Jul 14 07:33 UTC 1999 |
wow, now that seems to be just about my life put in text
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dea
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response 8 of 9:
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Jul 14 07:45 UTC 1999 |
man now i gotta call you pain? hee, anyway i know where you coming from and i
think you should put more of you shit up:), infact i should get around to it
myself:P
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pain
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response 9 of 9:
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Jul 15 04:27 UTC 1999 |
Nah. You can call me "Big daddy" :P.
Yeah, Eventually I will get around to writing and posting more.
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