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Jan 06, 2005 18:19

Dearly departed;
What would you care if you felt that I needed you? Nothing is worse than talk of bleeding on you. Is it nothing more than teenage libido, you don’t know? Good. Just keep seeing the misunderstood don’t try to help like you should. Click. And life has become a two-barreled dream, a cold metal chinstrap, and pen, address to eternity, SEND. I’ll write my letter onto ceiling, projectile thoughts, emotion, feeling. Click. Write the letter, "Family and friends, I’ve done it again, the end." Remember wanting to get inside my head? No need anymore, now that I’m dead. Read the thoughts that you couldn’t understand before, dripping gray matter tears onto soulless forms. Hurry now, while I'm still warm.

I wanted to experiment writing without form, leave me what you think of it.
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