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Doar
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It is time for the river to flow,
it is my afraid time,
as the scarecrow coughs,
it is the blank time.
goodbye my friends,
you have allowed me to be here,
and always will I rest here,
I was happy once.
it left behind me sadness,
and my own betrayal.
Consider my meanderings,
ask your life with my mess.
i'm done, and gone.
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Diffucult
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and that is what I dream of, my dreams and i've realized that the end is now.
this world gave me hell in my head and i can't make sense of it anymore, am i good or am i evil...
it doesnt matter anymore i'm fucking tired there is no love here besides the family there is no love here i'm done who the hell am i should i be locked up is the payment i pay each day worth the pain each grave but looking at the scores of fucktwits living and breathing....i'm done...
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p
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i know what you mean, it's a lonely road sometimes, but that's life, it's not easy for anyone i don't think.
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you know who i am
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no no no no no no no no no no no no no
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you know who i am
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does anybody have his number, please call him.
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REAListic optimIST
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to write of your pain is to seek solace, of which there is plenty to be had from your friends here in the blather blue. we love you, doar! i only hope you are still around to know that. you are a valued part of these hallowed halls, and someone whose voice i miss being carried by wire from canadia. please reach out to one of your friends. i know at least miss tree, jane, and myself would welcome it.
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i have never been this worried about an "internet friend" before. i am obsessing on this. doar i hope you are alright... whatever that means to you.
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jane
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sean, please contact me. please.
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hsg
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so whe're you going?
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Strideo
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fuck
I'll miss having you around sir.
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Lemon_Soda
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Please don't make this the Death of a Rose.
Call me man, you got my number.
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Death of a Rose
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I apologize to everyone here. I was very deep in my cup last night and I realized that I keep doing the same shit over and over and over. I don't want to make you all go through the consequences of my actions anymore. I am still breathing, but I don't think I'm coming back to the blue anytime soon.
I wish you all well and thanks for the friendship you have provided me with. There is so much I would say, that I can't say it anymore.
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birdmad
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wishing you the best, man...and hoping that maybe someday (and sooner rather than later) you'll find that happier landscape of soul and mind.
you and your words will be missed in the meantime
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Lemon_Soda
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Omnia mutantur. Nihil interit.
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jane
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(nonevermindihavenothingtosay)
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stork daddy
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it is hard.
a lot of people here would like to help.
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jane
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i can.t answer withheld as it is usually my father
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daxle
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I recall what it is like to want to withdraw from the world, and even those who claimed to love me (they mean it, incidentally).
And I recall that when I would start to bounce back a little I'd feel that I had made too much of an ordeal of leaving to come back.
But truly, being amongst the people who care about you is the best thing you can do for yourself.
So I think that if you'd like to come back here, we would love to have you, and wish you the best regardless.
XO
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Lemon_Soda
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I second what daxle said(wrote. Whatever.)
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tourist
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No need to even Speak
Just open the Door a Crack
and Listen in
From time to time
Who Knows
You may be
The Only Skite with the Insight
Into anothers Situation
You'll Know
When The Time is Right
Be Silent if You Need To
Not A Stranger
Just a thought
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Toxic_Kisses
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I don't know whats going on in your life however I hope what ever is taking you away from blather will return you sooner rather then later and better rather then worse. Once your gone Blather will feel a lot emptier without your poetry and devoid of your words, but I take comfort in knowing you'll some day return, even if only occasionally like I do, after all we can't stay away - we always come back don't we?
My love,
You wandered in here, placing things I thought were small and inconsequential.
You left them scattered like a fall wind playing,
I watched and said nothing that would change your patterns,
because each small thing you left was of you.
A smudge, a tear drying, the marks you left as you sketched your heart to me,
all I left as they were.
Your happiness in hugging, each crease in my shirts from your embrace,
I left as they were.
I miss you, my love, and all my writing is nothing more than your remembered leavings.
~~ DOAR
Bather and I will be missing you while your gone..
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zeke
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remain. stay. abide. continue.
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