| Twisted Show
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| Date and Time |
- | Feb. 23rd, 2003, 08:30 pm | |
| Current Mood |
- | distressed | |
| Current Music |
- | Dead Can Dance - Bird | |
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The universe is collapsing. Sometimes I think I'm doing better. But I'm not. I'm collapsing. Falling. Falling. Falling. Into that abyss. I can feel my mind shifting. Everything slipping away. Fly away in the wind. Flutter away. Perhaps forever. I can't pull out of it. Broken images. Memories. Things I have to admit. Admit. I cannot say such things. Not yet ready. I must get past it. But I don't know if I will. The winds are howling. I am sinking. My head feels like it's going to explode. I want out. I want this ride to end. The room is spinning. Everything is disproportional. Sinking. Flickering. Staticy. I just want it all to stop. It hurts and I want it to stop. I don't know what's going on. I just want it to stop. I just want it to stop. Fucking stop already. Stop. Stop. Stop.
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| Comments: |
:::makes it stop and hugs you:::
it hurts when it feels like this. i know. | |