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Bye Blankets-dark Cradle me. Singing me to sleep. Emptiness bores Into me. Burrowing
Frustrated I am pulling on the barbed hooks stabbed in to my mind which is just pulling teeth and that very thought just
Dear ETs, I’m sorry, I cannot find a way To bring myself to fully answer your question Regarding humanity’s ending passage of days;
Left and right, front and back people Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that Slide. All for Saving their legs. The ding Sounds a high pictched tone. A Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
Sometimes I press my forefinger into the soft, underneath of my forearm The milky white flesh is lined with blue peeking through the translucent blanket
I don't ask for much, I don't expect much either, Not from you anyway, All I really want Need From you is Your acceptance. Am I asking too much? Because you're making it Seem so.
As I come into the age of majority The world becomes both lucid and murky In the recesses of my mind. I am faced with a crippling melancholy that no amount of serotonin could Ever counteract.
I've learned many things In the eighteen years of my life, Many of them being rather disconcerting. Perhaps to you, But not so much to me.