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mail hub fourOut done Winding down the windows Let the air flows Out into the breeze Effortless ease To absolve self Form self-indulgent bouts No care for the shouts Of opposition The ritualistic decision To go it alone Head spun and rewound Gone gown Into some dank places The faces All sneering and grieving Make believing In some good For all the fat chewed Not known How to slip into position The fateful distraction Is interrupted No interpretation Of what it means To be cleaned By the right chemicalsmail hub four
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hub mail threeMind out Picking off the remnants So splendid To see the fall out Can't care about This effortless façade Derailed hard Against the walls Didn't stall Simply stopped going Only knowing How to handle the fall out Control and intent Pivotal to the episode Should have known The reasons For the seething Sea of faces Complex escapes All the rage In trendy circles Role reversal Does no good Not in the mood For being let down Held down Into the pit of disappear So near To lettinghub mail three
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hub mail twoImpressed Refreshing to hear the accusations The only explanation Is habit? Couldn't merit Closer inspection This mess of imperfection That stirs The ugly scars Into dull aches Case of the shakes Can't sustain The name of the game Is isolation? Forays into amnesia Much further Form understanding any thing Any more The trails bore The most worn Have reacted in scorn Far too often The barriers soften As to blame The constant shame Of being idol Survival vital To the avalanche Pushub mail two
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hub mailAbolish Not competent in much The crutch That supports is waning No deviating Is ever allows Far too proud To ask for help Have been dealt So much opportunity It's quite likely Over wheeling at times The signs All point to disaster Going faster Into the pit falls Writing scrawled Into vacuums Ending all too soon The poison takes a hold Too bold To tell the difference The instants They create character Are rounder More difficult to negotiate The deplorable state Of mind that resides &hub mail
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- Current Residence: brighton, uk
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I hope you do, though, if only to flex your writing muscles.
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"That is because the English language is my BITCH, and I bend it to my wishes accordingly..." -T
thanks for the advice, im aware my style is repetitive, but from when i first streted writting 7 years ago its become alot more, free flowing an elaborate, however i will try differant styles in the next session, this weeks efforts were triggered by the same old issues. id love to try writting a story or something substanitial one day, there is so much to do before we die right? check back in a month or so and see how im doing, thanks once again
take care
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out of sight....
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"That is because the English language is my BITCH, and I bend it to my wishes accordingly..." -T
today is full of creativity and great sadness
hows it going?
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out of sight....
Hope to see you there!
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"Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn."
- Most sincerely from Stephen King.
So now it's official. ^______^
My journal
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Aka
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Be who you want to be.
"When a heart is willing to love it will find a thousand ways, but if a heart is unwilling it will find thousand excuses"
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You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward, art thou also dead - - dead to the World, to Heaven, and to Hope! In me didst thou exist - - and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.
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You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward, art thou also dead - - dead to the World, to Heaven, and to Hope! In me didst thou exist - - and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.
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