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[title] => Dust Under Your Bed
[time] => 2004-12-28 19:36:28
[hometext] => A 3am ramble... comments appreciated
[bodytext] => Have you ever wondered what its like to look in the mirror and not hate what you see? To remember scribbling the countless "Caiti was here"s in blood on your bedroom wall? My hinges arent working quite as well as they used to, but my dusty memories are still locked up safe in my mind, because sooner or later your secrets are all you have.
You are the beautiful virus that eats away at my heart. I am the ash on the floor of a building you burnt down in a fit of rage long ago. Its too late to offer your rusty apologies now, youve burnt all your bridges as well. What will you do when you have no one to turn to? When feral dogs have torn apart your sanity? As the sparkling silver rips open your soul in wine dark red, will you scream my name until you die?
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Dust Under Your Bed
Contributed by
Bohemian_with_a_pen
on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 07:36:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Have you ever wondered what its like to look in the mirror and not hate what you see? To remember scribbling the countless "Caiti was here"s in blood on your bedroom wall? My hinges arent working quite as well as they used to, but my dusty memories are still locked up safe in my mind, because sooner or later your secrets are all you have.
You are the beautiful virus that eats away at my heart. I am the ash on the floor of a building you burnt down in a fit of rage long ago. Its too late to offer your rusty apologies now, youve burnt all your bridges as well. What will you do when you have no one to turn to? When feral dogs have torn apart your sanity? As the sparkling silver rips open your soul in wine dark red, will you scream my name until you die?
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Re: Dust Under Your Bed
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by iodinelove on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 08:00:46 PM AEST
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Right on! I always liked 3am rants and raves....theres something about the lack of sleep that just puts your mind on a trip....i loved it....
always, abraham |
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Re: Dust Under Your Bed
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by Essentially9 on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 08:19:01 PM AEST
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| powerful write. interesting perspective. |
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Re: Dust Under Your Bed
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by liquidsunshine on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 08:49:03 PM AEST
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That is one rad ramble, I must say.
Keep 'em up... unless you become an insomniac in doing so, I wouldn't want that.
Lots of love and peace be with you,
Chelsea |
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Re: Dust Under Your Bed
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by autumngreeneyes on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 09:35:29 PM AEST
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| rambles are sometimes the best.."the ash on the floor of a building you burnt down" I like that.... |
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Re: Dust Under Your Bed
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 28th December 2004 @ 09:51:44 PM AEST
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| you're very insightful at 3 a.m. |
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Re: Dust Under Your Bed
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by TwoSouledCoin on
Thursday, 21st April 2005 @ 04:43:05 AM AEST
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Great stuff
love the imagiary
wow.... |
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