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SleepI’m one dramatic fucking kid.Sleep
I get headaches, I get annoyed, I get nervous and I massage my temples. Index and middle finger clockwise rotation. Apply pressure. I calm down. This appears to be the perfect place for the muzzle of a gun if I were to place it anywhere on my body. How convenient. I debated pressing it between my teeth but on the off-chance I pull the trigger I’d much rather come out of this calm, centered, some how spending my last moments choking doesn’t seem very appealing. Open my eyes and I still can’t see anything, or ma
by ~SteveDillinger
OptimismScrub hard enough and off comes the skin. Like some revelation. New skin forms in the old skin's place. Down the drain the old skin goes, it's tainted, impure, unacceptable. The agitated blood raising to the dermis proves innocence. Darker the skin, the deeper hole it's dug. The redder it's gotten to prove what it's worth. Like some religion. Apply enough tension and the muscle tears. There at it's weakest, pulls itself together, becomes bigger, stronger, better. Fueled with anger, aggression, revenge, It'll never happen so easily again. Like some angry kid. Suffocate your liver enough with someOptimism
by ~SteveDillinger
Dear Isolation,Dear Isolation, Isolation be my love. My thoughts are twisted dry, my heart has become so heavy. Whenever it lifts I fear its only temporary. “The secret of life is to find the pleasure in being terribly, terribly, deceived.” I fear the pleasure lasts no longer than the deception I will have to overcome. Oh, clouded thoughts please let the light shine through if not only for a moment. I don’t want the only light I see, the only relief I feel, to come from someone’s warmth, I want it to last. Isolation be my love. I didn’t call for anyone they calDear Isolation,
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No FaithIf there has ever been a lesson of the atrocities of the 20th century, it would be one of the dangers of blind faith. To be fed lies, to eat them up like the candy-coated versions of the truth that they are, and so much more. I never want to see nationalism, but the world would be nothing without thus – you create a nation through a common cause, and whether that be hatred of a perceived evil, or love of certain delicatessen delights, the populace of a nation must be bound by some common cause. And once that happens, a divided assortment of people becomes a unified and cohesive sovereign.No Faith
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