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my sin is in my skin I peel back my skin and expose my rotting flesh. I hold it up, the only offering I have. It is devoured too quickly for me to process the feeling. I smell it on their breath for days. It is a constant reminder of what I gave up to feel real for those few seconds. I am told I should feel empty, as if it is something to be feared. I fear gorging myself into a stupor, as they do. I fear being content with excuses and inaction. I fear the never ending familiar. I fear all of this and more. I have no room to fear feeling empty.my sin is in my skin
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In the Quiet With YouI dreamt of you a few nights ago, I don't remember when. It was a soft dream, with delicate lines and sepia tones. For so long you were ahead of me, always just out of reach, but I didn't mind. It was enough that you were there. I followed you to an overgrown orchard, where you darted in and out of the fallen trees. You offered me rotten fruit with a smile, and I took it, simply because it had touched your fingers. I thought there was something in it, but I think it was in your eyes. Or, maybe, it was mine. I whispered promises into the singing winIn the Quiet With You
by ~TheCataloger
an old thingthey say you know but i know no such thing. there is no thing except for when i allow it to be. but allowances are always made for me. and allowances have always made me. being unmade becomes the key. it's cold and dark enough and the window won't shut petty excuses for a petty being. it is easy to say i do not like this when "this" is indefinable. what if it was me who said no first this time would it change anything? looking straight, thinking sideways, makes no dan old thing
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DrivingA quiet has fallen upon the city, and the buildings have swollen almost imperceptibly with the effort of keeping it in. Life confined to little boxes, speeding along in their separate compartments pass under the dulled lights. Every once in a while, there comes a disturbance, but it is so easy to ignore. Like the look on your face when I tell. Buildings jump out like the people they want to be, all of them screaming, I am so well preserved. It only rains on the unruly. Everywhere, plants have put on their Sunday best, in an effort to outshine the lDriving
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With every turn, the unfolding of beauty anew.
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I EAT ART THEIVES FOR DINNER!!!
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"There's nothing more attractive than a happy person, unless they're happy cause they've killed someone."
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AND HOW DID YOU GET SICK?? You'd better be slurping soup and well by next week.
But other than that I'm peachy!
What u up to? And hows the math stuffs?
I'm good, just doing homework, as per usual. Math is...getting easier and harder. I had a bunch of sections that were just on proportions, which I blew through, and now I'm on harder stuff. The nice thing is only two people show up to math class, so I get a lot of help...
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