September 2008
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anxiety
Paintings on the wall, crackling music in the background. The hideous mix of colors covering the walls are almost enough to induce vomit- it’s not that the colors themselves are bad, but together, horrendous. I sit and wait anxiously, impatiently. For what? For nothing. A sense of terror and dread fills my throat as I sit here waiting for absolutely nothing! My cell phone rings- one long,...
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change your face or change your name
when the shock clears from the air and the tears have dried on your face, the only truth is that time heals all wounds. and we don’t want to smile, and we don’t want to laugh, but we know that we can. that hurts. i don’t want to know any happiness i feel is real — we take all we can to bring ourselves down. my tears have dried and still i find new reasons to cry, and so do...