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[title] => Blank Pages and Failures.
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[hometext] => Please comment. I would really really appreciate it!
[bodytext] => To escape the everyday lies I’ve buried myself alive. I’m hiding somewhere on the inside. I’ve trapped my despise within. And slowly the pressure builds and I’ve isolated myself in sadness and they try to set me free because to them this is the equivalent of misery. But this place still comforts me. It’s all I’ve ever known. Can’t trust myself to let my true colors be shown cause I’m afraid if I do they’ll know I’ve grown closer to my paranoias. Somewhere deep down I enjoy it—the bittersweet taste of sorrow but somehow inside I feel hollow knowing that there must be something more than panic and putting up with endless antics and slowly growing ever frantic. Wasting away with dreams of tragic occurrences and ticking time bombs and endless streams of thought keeping me awake—the demons I thought I’d fought but apparently not beaten cause I haven’t gained an ounce of freedom. All I have is forced to hide as I drown the poison down inside and the only thing that comforts me is a page that I’ve filled up with words but blank pages are all I see and failure’s all I’ve ever heard.
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Blank Pages and Failures.
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liquidchaos
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Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 01:35:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
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To escape the everyday lies I’ve buried myself alive. I’m hiding somewhere on the inside. I’ve trapped my despise within. And slowly the pressure builds and I’ve isolated myself in sadness and they try to set me free because to them this is the equivalent of misery. But this place still comforts me. It’s all I’ve ever known. Can’t trust myself to let my true colors be shown cause I’m afraid if I do they’ll know I’ve grown closer to my paranoias. Somewhere deep down I enjoy it—the bittersweet taste of sorrow but somehow inside I feel hollow knowing that there must be something more than panic and putting up with endless antics and slowly growing ever frantic. Wasting away with dreams of tragic occurrences and ticking time bombs and endless streams of thought keeping me awake—the demons I thought I’d fought but apparently not beaten cause I haven’t gained an ounce of freedom. All I have is forced to hide as I drown the poison down inside and the only thing that comforts me is a page that I’ve filled up with words but blank pages are all I see and failure’s all I’ve ever heard.
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Re: Blank Pages and Failures.
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by Ilhar on
Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 01:50:12 PM AEST
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deeper within is a light...find that and you will find your pages are not blank and there is no failures just learning experiences
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Re: Blank Pages and Failures.
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by Fairy on
Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 11:01:55 AM AEST
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| dang, that's all I can say... I really like you writings, they are something I'm able to relate to.. you seem to be able to write things that sometimes I cannot.. thanks for writing.. the things you say touch me |
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