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I grew up in blankets of kitchen floors- the pale yellow squares of linoleum covering me, wrapping around my body. We crashed into one another and the feeling became normal after the third or fourth time. I can't remember which for the days overlap in my memory's eye. I laid there, slowly closing my eyes as I felt the warmth take over me. The corners of my lips slowing turning upward as the hospital's arms took me inside.
I grew up in layer's of the hospital. The white wash walls took me into their norm, made it my home. The hands uncovered my body and saw the scars of the childless childhood. I walked around naked in the hallway

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CompressedYou sat in her car, matching it’s quiet. You looked to the neighbor’s- away from her. You spoke, “I’ll go get your stuff. Don’t leave,” it was your cry for help. You could feel the green in your eyes bursting out, unusual for your dark brown eyes. “Mmhmm,” her words never did much to reassure you about anything, but she knew that. You crossed that line- that line that separated the two of you, that line that no one crossed for months past, that damn line that was the cause of this. You leaned into her face- the same way you have been for the past 23 months, the same way your faces fit perfectly together Compressed
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monthstalking not quite enough she said, listening to songs that made things even worse. get in the car, and she starts vomiting these words that mean more to you than anything.
laying in my bed, our heads twisting together forming monsters that can found from under my bed.
this girls hand in mine, kissing over and over in bright light and at red stop lights. picking her up and taking her home, going to different beds at night.
drinking with friends running out of time, but we've got the rest of our lives yet feeling so rushed.
its just the hush sound playing from her stereo making her feel this way. &nb months
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wrong wayWriting words across your face, tearing back the pages day by day.
Asking you questions you never wanted to answer,
false accusations that were always made.
I don't blame you for walking away, i'd do the same.
Those days coverd in blankets in your bed,
never once touching me is what scared me.
You never made sense and you were best friends with the cheshire.
And i guess i was never good enough to be your alice,
the looking glass was wrong.
The carpenter made a fool out of you, drowning you in alcohol.
Falling down the hole wasn't good enough either,
but she caught me wrong way
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Current Residence: state of Peace and Love
Interests: photography, writing, art of any kind, love, spreading, jewelry, necks, hands, bodies.
Favourite genre of music: the good kind.
Favourite artist: ani dee.
Skin of choice: black.

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Email: steeephhh@gmail.com

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~KiltedFish Jan 13, 2008, 3:43:06 AM

do you actually have dreadlocks?

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~peacelovedreadlocks Jan 13, 2008, 7:38:45 PM

I used to. Unfortunately, I cut them off in September. I wissh I still had them, though. Someday..

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i used to pray like god was listening. i used to make my parents proud. i was the glue that held my friends together. now they don't talk and we don't go out.