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2006-02-11, 16:49
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dsnt trust ne1 < 30
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Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Home is where the <3 is
Posts: 8,881
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All Directions
Thanks for reading.
"All Directions"
Twisted into your small box
Lidded, only to be taken out when the moment suits
Tangled as yarn snarled by a cat
Gathered in a handful and set on a shelf
Pulled this way and that with no sense of structure
No time limit or method in your way
Guilt hounds me to the hilt
Sometimes I'd like to just stay inside
Not realizing the weariness around me
Can't fathom the pressures when they seem so few
Ice blocks melting on my shoulders
Multiple injuries weaken ideas
Just a short trip to the other side
But all the webs of realism control like puppet strings
Overly analytical and hellbent on self destruction
In timidity and over compensation there's no rest
Crowded in my castle I long to stay for just long enough
To regain control of my mind in selfishness
I know there's understanding in the outer world
But it's hook I haven't yet grasped
Surrounded by my shabby attic look decor
Stretched to the limits and snapped like a rubberband
Shoot me off into another direction but let me find my own way
At least once in my own while
BJH
2/11/2006
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My eldest son's bipolar website: www.bipolarmanifesto.com
-wally: Mom, you shouldn't play after me because it makes you sound even worse than you already do. -wally:*grumbles and whispers quietly* I guess it's cuz I love you or something, but you're still a TURD
Grimm:I could read your mind but its in font size .5
Amadeus:Oh, and was there a cesserole (never mind spelling) involved?
Paddy:the fact that you didn't end up on a kids show makes me question my atheism
Dyldo: You evil strumpet!
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