Tuesday Nov 23, 2004

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you want to see inside
my voice and the hate
the burn in my bones
the sticks and the stones

p-resentally regressing
between your own two eyes
i only hear whispers of what i use to be
sick but interesting
idle but vibrating
it use to be so busy in my head
now it's a lonely place to be

regretfully
aDia
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thickerthanwater:
...love the poetry...& how you share your feelings and emotions through such an artistic outlet. I'm under the impression, from your photos, that you also play the guitar. Do you write your own music?...i'm assuming so. I put all of my pent up anger, aggression, and emotions into music, art, & poetry as well. Is there a better outlet? I look forward to reading more of your stuff, so please do update...drive on.
aaronsrod:
hi pretty girl, this is a bit of a downer mate, where are you at in your head space, not a happy place by the look of it.
I hope you are all right now.
Drop by and let me know how you are doing, I care

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