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often times i try to fly try to fly up to the sky then the monster yanks me down like a bird with breaking wings ripped, torn bleeding everywhere until your forbidden bandaid reawakens opening your eyes to new sights opening your mind to new thoughts new experiences at first you start to like it until it opens you too far until you start to break until your begging it to stop screaming, pleading terrified of whats to come when you have finally have had your fun and have had enough the monster doesnt want to stop and the monster is in control it is eating you alive consuming you shredding you ntil you are noithing but a thought an idea and when there is nothing left of you the monster moves on to its next victim, while you are withering dying, dead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 7/31/2010 2:24:00 PM
@joanna smith: i dont think you know what the actual topic is.... but i think Sara Kendrick does....
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Date: 2/4/2010 9:37:00 AM
this is a very good work here, i can't tell you how many times i have felt like that,like maybe i'm in over my head here and this isn't what i want, to see,to hear ,to know about. crazy how that goes eh? =)
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Date: 10/2/2009 5:08:00 PM
Interesting topic here. Sara
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