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this rage i am at a loss once again fires inside me turning blood red into rage and i cannot find the words to put onto a page tears now cause a blur emotions transfer in a whir, my soul is stirred...
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I hear you, Tracy. The fires rage, but they're encased in glass. People can look and wonder from their safe little balcony, but they won't get burned, or even hear the roar. ...until you put it down...
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as always I feel U intimately behind the ink, U write with synesthesia honey ~hugs~ and I admire nothing more in an expression. now as for the science; "The foundation of all mental illness is The...
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Tracy it doesn't matter which forum you always bleed to the page carrying me in your wake.
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my hearts tugs for you and my soul worries so much for you......................you leave me speechless......and i am always forever stunned by what you express..........i wish for you great...
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luke - thank you for your reply, i may be close to breaking that glass, i don't share much with the world here, so we'll see... ali - thank you so much for sharing jung with me, i've read a lot during...
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strong emotions spiral and fuse in your write friend poetess... aye, I feelin it an honor to read you
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Tis good to be alone at times but this loneliness without end flames are now driven causing a flare as i stare into the emptiness of me crimson is stained on this window cracked now, close to...
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*SIGH* I am one of many here who marvel in your gift of spoken word, the rhyming, flow, the clever, intellectual way you clearly deliver real emotions, thus tugging at heart-strings and prompting...
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i like how you assume this judgment than leave it i could never do that you'll have to teach me though i personally like an about to be a woman's 16yr old pique its like a new day another impassioned...
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I love this, I'd award it if I could "agonized steel grains penetrate my thighs giving rise to anarchy my push comes to shove it is me i cannot love"grand lines honey
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The smallness of that bubble of life we call 'our world' is most evident when we find ourselves faced with a stranger's writing intimately explaining something we secretively suffer with. I swear, you...
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