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| pSyche |
look what the cat dragged in. A drowned and mangy looking rodent of a boy, tongue-tied and full of half-worthless apologies. Short, thin, and as close to a breathing skeleton as I have ever seen. Why do you come creeping back to me, mouse boy? Why does your voice squeak, when I get too close too you? What is your burden, mouse boy, that I see you carrying every day, as I peer into your restless eyes? |
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| gja | I may have been that boy from time to time. | 070729 |
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| spoken:) |
i dragged my feet shuffling to a fro nervous, restless, want to go i hesitate and linger still i pause and wait against my will i do not wish to leave your side my feelings are quite hard to hide i need to feel your presence dear your thoughts and voice i need to hear you are attaching to my soul and merged together i am whole i feel connected, tethered, bound i need you and want you around |
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