

....I'm a shell with a glow an exterior with a shine my outside, a mirrior; facing out my actions and intentions are mirriored from what's around me I'm everybody's plaything....


FlowFlowFlow
constent flow
it is warm it is warm
it is wet it is wet
it is me
it is me
I lay across the floor
forever bleeding
am I free?
it is bitter it is bitter
I am cold I am cold
am I dead? am I dead?
why bother, why think? this world is not meant for me
it is warm, it is wet, it is bitter, Flow


Crazy?Am I yes? Am I no?Crazy?
Is it real? Should I go?
Do I know? Really know?
What's here for me? In this place to be a haven?
Do they know? Really know?
What's best for me?
Am I crazy? Are they yes? Are they no?
They say I'm sick... Am I?
Do they feel? How I feel?
Are they drones? Like they make me?
They mold me, shape me, rape me.
Am I crazy? Maybe.


NeverLettingGo-ForeverWeepingNever letting go, forever weeping wishing for and waiting for an end I wait for the sun to rise but it never does and so I continue in a solitary eternity Never letting go, forever weepingNeverLettingGo-ForeverWeeping
I want more than anything to go home I fear this will never happen waiting, lonely, for someone to find me come upon me and take me away away from the soft, mossy, misty tombstone surrounded barial ground Never letting go, forever weeping
wanting deep within, for someone to stumble upon me tell me it's ok and that I'm safe kneeling before the cold stone b
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-Gwen L. Landeck
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-Gwen L. Landeck
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-Gwen L. Landeck
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[link] my club made to help writers, go on if you want!
if we're all alone, then we're all together in the end
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Your writings sound involiving! Keep it up!
And merry Christmas!
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Love like Winter - for of Sugar and Ice I am made
Anche la pigrizia può essere una forma di resistenza...
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