It's The Choices That We Choose

losing is an akward feeling

2005-07-06 - 9:25 p.m.

Paranoia strikes the chord of resonance; swallow it down with doses of forced apathy. Try to ignore the questions that swirl around this half empty glass. Fear rushes through you in a cold sweat, heart races, face turns to white, and you throw up all your fears, and watch how the medicine ceased to help. Ignoring the questions never seemed to help, just tore down those bridges that you never could have built. Playing in the present but dwelling in the unrequited questions left inside your head, exploding through you, in moods so black you can’t even see them. Not sure how to quiet those voices stuck inside your veins, rushing throughout your body. They have answers to your questions, the magic potion to your disease that kills you ever so quickly, strangling you in your sleep.

this is the first thing i have written in years. and i mean years.

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im an asshole. - 2005-07-09

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the final is over bitches - 2005-07-07

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