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This is all for me... not really going to make any sense to anyone else.. I'm going to put it in my own mental terms to make sure.
Ok.. so paranoia revealed. A circle of hell created...fear of expressed emotion shadowing too intensely.. yet... maybe it is so. No ordained path aligned yet possibilities and multiple repercussions around every bend.
Insight divided yet... this will help formulate some sort of mental stand. Without the known options nothing can be derived. Coming out of the cracks..
Wakening in a blissful state with the rarity of dismal foresight.
Just for a moment... and then like it came, it is torn and shaky like some sort of throw aside clutter.
Beaming faces of contempt...wash with mine.
Past isn't something one can grasp but sometimes it almost seems tangible.
Quiver like a molded mouse and act as such.
I wrote this beginning of my development: 13 yrs old.. pessimistic little bitch.. I was so innocent.
As the wind caresses the sea.
Lonely thoughts drift up to me. (I was waiting for the antichrist.. at the beach)
The thought of what it is to be free.
That is as hard to accomplish as an unpaid fee. (like I knew then)
As I walk my days through.
My love becomes far more true. (wow.. gags)
Life slowly slips through my hand.
These are the times that I fail to understand. (felt age already at that point.. sadly)
As the bird begins to fly.
Its really hard for me to let things lie. (obviously)
As the morning sun begins to rise. (this was always the part I remembered)
The sparrow takes a breath and dies.
The pain never seems to come to an end. (being dramatic a tad 13 yr old)
I always think that its around the next bend. (better luck next time little girl)
Bah.. so maybe you have made development.. and then again you seem to never let that depression or emotions go.. do ya.. little girl?
Ok.. so paranoia revealed. A circle of hell created...fear of expressed emotion shadowing too intensely.. yet... maybe it is so. No ordained path aligned yet possibilities and multiple repercussions around every bend.
Insight divided yet... this will help formulate some sort of mental stand. Without the known options nothing can be derived. Coming out of the cracks..
Wakening in a blissful state with the rarity of dismal foresight.
Just for a moment... and then like it came, it is torn and shaky like some sort of throw aside clutter.
Beaming faces of contempt...wash with mine.
Past isn't something one can grasp but sometimes it almost seems tangible.
Quiver like a molded mouse and act as such.
I wrote this beginning of my development: 13 yrs old.. pessimistic little bitch.. I was so innocent.
As the wind caresses the sea.
Lonely thoughts drift up to me. (I was waiting for the antichrist.. at the beach)
The thought of what it is to be free.
That is as hard to accomplish as an unpaid fee. (like I knew then)
As I walk my days through.
My love becomes far more true. (wow.. gags)
Life slowly slips through my hand.
These are the times that I fail to understand. (felt age already at that point.. sadly)
As the bird begins to fly.
Its really hard for me to let things lie. (obviously)
As the morning sun begins to rise. (this was always the part I remembered)
The sparrow takes a breath and dies.
The pain never seems to come to an end. (being dramatic a tad 13 yr old)
I always think that its around the next bend. (better luck next time little girl)
Bah.. so maybe you have made development.. and then again you seem to never let that depression or emotions go.. do ya.. little girl?