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Care To Take A Look Around..Don't you know smoking is bad for you; what the hell are you wearing?; let's see some sunshine now; goddamnit (insert name here) you're such an ass; are you gay?; will you buy me cigarettes?; just shut up; if that's the way you feel then put your foot down for once and say no; if you're so right why are you so damn miserable, just snap out of it for Christ's sake; everyone's gotta compromise sometimes; come on now, that sounds kind of weird, I don't think it can be true; well if that's true then why don't they come and silence you; I did some pretty stupid things when I was young but this is different; no I don't wanna argue over whose life hCare To Take A Look Around..
by ~feedmetothelions
another trip.there were 140 tiles on that ceiling. i counted them, one by one by one, as i sat and waited for the moment my name crackled over the tannoy announcing which doctor i was to see today. i sat and stared as the straggly blonde woman watered the plants, spilling drop after drop on the dreary grey carpet. to my right there sat a young couple, giggling over one of those trashy magazines, the girl - heavily pregnant. to my left, an old man with silver thinning hair sticking out from under his brown cap, his boney fist clenched tightly around his walking stick. i looked at his blank eyes and felt as though i'd fallen straight through - through the wanother trip.
by ~feedmetothelions
The Moonlit Small-HourNausea creeps up on me, edging from my stomach, entwining my ribs, to my throat. My heart thumps drastically, clumsily,The Moonlit Small-Hour
pounding down my chest, incessently. Sharp pains fire to a meticulous rhythm, up and up my left wrist and it aches and aches, still.
My hands are icy, cold as the night that drains its dreary tears upon the chiselled world. I hear silence, silence, A silence like none other. There is rain and I know there is sound, somewhere, but to me, they have ceased. The silence of a soul, so late at night, a tearing trembling soul. &n
by ~feedmetothelions
As Morning Comes Againi don't have anything to give you, anything that's of the worth you deserve.As Morning Comes Again
i am scum and i am low i look around, see the waste that surrounds me, lies beneath me under grim, festering shadows.
i'm here in my place, i'm where i belong depression, pressing, pressing me down, down underground, beneath the
desperate grime.
i can give you nothing, but i want more than anything more than anything, to give you so much more than i am worth.
i cannot give you what you deserve. i cannot give you the world.
by ~feedmetothelions
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