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Trying To Get The Feeling
I take a bath,candles and Barry Manilow,drinking myself to death,and then throwing a tantrum when I wake up alive, again,never drowning,despite being unable to swim,just clinging to life,surrounded by portraits of pain and horrified hearts. I’m kept up all night,by all the lives I’ve lived,and how little sense they made,when they were no longer moments,just…
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Flashback – A Gun With Tomorrow On The Side
It rains.It’s raining once again.She’s never been bad,but she never made good.She’s waiting for life to catch up,and tell her it loves her. Nothing changes,no matter how hard she wishes,and how long she waits,but she’s dreaming that maybe it could,her eyes,fluttering,when sleeping,when waking,and it’s primitive,disassociative. She’s not sure there’s anymore.She has a gun,with tomorrow scratched…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 