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sabbie
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if i close my eyes
i am all i can see
and i like it that way.
i guess that means
this darkness is all mine.
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020410
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howard
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i can see tina
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020416
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blue star
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Sometimes I feel like everything that is inside of me will just seep out of my pores and lie there on the floor for me to examine. I feel like what is inside the spirit is too much to be truly contained in a body. There are things older than the body, things older than single-celled organisms. There are things far more wonderful and unimaginable that no modern religion can hope to explain or contain in a holy book. We are, each of us, connected in some deep, hidden way to these things, and no matter how far adrift we seem to be, these things will remain.
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lycanthrope
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huh...i wish i could see a darkness that was all mine. But somehow or another, my brain got the bright idea to tattoo past failures, past sweet faces turned longing and distant onto the backs of my eyelids, so every night before i sleep i spend my last moments in torment, seeing the faces i've let down, seeing the faces who onced smiled upon me and now have forgotten me. Enjoy your darkness. I don't even own my own mind!
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Tildan
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The fierce glow of morning.
Mourning for the loss of the damp night.
A trickle of blood down my arm. No, Wait.
Its just water. Dark water.
It doesn't matter.
And the days stretch out into the grey past and the grey future. With the black and white shapes moving through.
But I can't see.
Nobody can replace my memories. No matter how much its related to me.
I don't remember myself, and so its like hearing about another person.
It stains the sheets like blood. Water on red sheets will do that. I guess I can't see if it was blood or water.
Theres so much colour now - and I can se it all. Maybe colour is the only way to remember.
And the days stretch out into the grey past and the grey future. With the black and white shapes moving through.
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Photophobe
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The lenses of my eyes turn opaque as I stumble through the deep sea of gases.
I can't see where I'm going. I have the urge to run - but which way? Which way is forward, which is back?
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kerry
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a stomachache clouding my vision. arghhhh cramps...
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