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I Emptied my wall the other night. My child couldn't believe the colors were gone, it frightened her. Everyone who saw the wall were shocked and wondered if I was okay. Truthfully. It was time. I got tired of looking at something that was no longer my own. I need to fix it to my inner self and some mask I have planted upon my eyes. They have me all backwards and it's not my fault that it's the only thing they can see or sense from me. I can't see myself longer than a second before I crash and ignite into a dark pit of distinguished fire. You don't know what it's like to awaken from what I feel. You may understand to an extent, but nothing more. I can't sleep, so I become fidgety or worse, I can't breathe I get dizzy, I see things, my head breaks open, so much happens and I can't control it. I can't slow down and I can't find a relaxing regimen. -S-i-g-h- It's time I put up the real me. The me that has arrived today.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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