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and let my eyes bleed, with the site of angels - committing suicide in the Spring.
and let my ears ring, with the sound of angels - weeping in the Winter's rain.
and let my heart BREAK.
it has been days since i took my last Zyprexa. i ordered refills last night, but i had not the opportunity to tend to this affair all day. classes are overwhelmingly time consuming. and now my heart pumps anxiety and my soul gasps for the air which i call passion. it has left me decadent. i can't sleep for i now fear death. i do not feel immortal anymore. you know, i usually do feel it within my grasps with a touch of what is ethereal.
my heart longs.
my mind thirsts.
my being hungers.
being off medication enables me to feel human. mortal. i can once again experience jubilance and sorrow. the relics of humanity sleeps in a feeble cradle, and my existence nourishes in its sweet slumber. i need to attend confession now more than ever.
and let my ears ring, with the sound of angels - weeping in the Winter's rain.
and let my heart BREAK.
it has been days since i took my last Zyprexa. i ordered refills last night, but i had not the opportunity to tend to this affair all day. classes are overwhelmingly time consuming. and now my heart pumps anxiety and my soul gasps for the air which i call passion. it has left me decadent. i can't sleep for i now fear death. i do not feel immortal anymore. you know, i usually do feel it within my grasps with a touch of what is ethereal.
my heart longs.
my mind thirsts.
my being hungers.
being off medication enables me to feel human. mortal. i can once again experience jubilance and sorrow. the relics of humanity sleeps in a feeble cradle, and my existence nourishes in its sweet slumber. i need to attend confession now more than ever.