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• Perfection

  October 13, 2000

  perfection shatteredin the web of lies coveringyour ugly beautiful facestreaked with mascara acrossyour river blue eyesand pink lipstick put on perfectlyacross your full thick lipsand i, with my make-upless faceam missing perfectionbecause i'm not streaked withthe shimmering beautyof make upand t...

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• Coffee Shop Girls

  October 13, 2000

  girls in coffee shopsstrut aroundlike they're the mostbeautiful things that wereever created on Earthand the windows steam up withglistening fog from the heatand intensityof the coffee andpeople's breathwhile I watch from thedistanceknowing I'll never bebeautiful enoughor enoughat allto enter tho...

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• ………………………………………….

  October 13, 2000

  i.want.to.be.perfect. i want.to.feel.wanted.[.needed.] i wanna perfect body and a perfect soul.i wanna [.f.e.e.l.c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.] and [.w.a.r.m.a.n.d.w.h.o.l.e.]i wanna be a prom queen.with.the.beauty.i.don't.have.and.never.will. i wanna achieve.everything.[that.won't.ever.be.accomplished.by.me....

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• Decaying Flesh

  October 9, 2000

  flesh decays slowlyin the morning dewas the sun risesand the birds chirp their tunes.knives sticking out of lifeless--bodies as the bloody swordspierce more skin with theirsharp edges, cutting the silken flesh of innocent childrenrunning in the streetlightsand people holding handsin a midnight st...

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• The Man

  October 9, 2000

  The man. Huddled in the corner. The darkness surrounding him. Trapping him in his own hate. Bathing him in his own blood. His arm across his face, showing the shame and the pain. He lies. He has no smile upon his face. His eyes decieve him. This is the man I call God. This is…

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• Secret Shimmering Glass

  October 9, 2000

  The river cries. I'm drowning. I see the hate, I'm falling. I bathe in my tears. Bathe in the blood of my wrists. My eyes sting with tears. The bathroom door is locked. I like to lock myself away to slit. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I hear my mother's weary voice calling…

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• Secret Shimmering Glass 2

  October 9, 2000

  We eat in silence. We always have. We never liked communication much. My mother looks away, sighing and picking at her food. My father grunts about some other table. I just sit. Feeling the cool blade on my skin. I stare at my food. It looks so repulsive to me. Squid. Who the hell eats…

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• Secret Shimmering Glass 3

  October 9, 2000

  I sigh as I unlock my door. I don't want to be here. I never did. Not in this town, not in this state, not in this world. But self-pity gets me nowhere. And that's alright. Because I've been on the road to nowhere all along. I walk around my room. My arm feels tingly.…

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• Blade Of Glass

  October 9, 2000

  The bathwater runs into the tub. I lock the door. Start to undress. I don't bother looking into the mirror. I bust it. I hate reflections. They don't show the truth. They lie. They're horrible things. Pieces of glass shatter, I laugh as they fall against the floor. I look at the pretty crystals. ...

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