Category: Writers Block
And then. . .
there was that girl,
you know the one, the one with the blank eyes, blank stare, blank void in her brain, that said 'take me, kill me, free me from this prison I call hell, I call my life.'
Do you remember her?
Of course you don't! you never took the time to stop, to care, to want to care, to want to know, to want to listen.
She never had a name, just 'no-name', or 'dim-wit', or all the fucking inconsiderate names people would call her.
So no she stands, realy with that glinting switch-blade in her hand, her face with a smile upon it now, her heart beating a melody only she can here.
'I'm free now, free from this, I shall let go now.'
And she does... the knife already cutting, yes deeper, deeper, she falls, and is one with her self now, for she is dead, never to be known, as 'no-name, or dim-wit.'
As this is, the momentary suspention of time, the time between, acting, and thinking, that little spot, in which one, looks at ones self, and deeply asks, 'is this what I
Cortney
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damnit!~
damn it damn it damn!!
it cut me off?
or fucked up my little thinggy. . . sorry yalls.
I hope you enjoyed what you read anyways...
..I am here and Yes, me too gets cuts from time to time in passing.... PLEASE Continue............. Connie
...sometimes I gets so cuts I can't even seem to Find Myself.... that Hurts, an inner pain of Frustration to say the least.. Connie
...THEN the Me I finds is, Changed/Transformed .... Connie ----- IF I ALLOW for the Process that IS to simply BE.
brilliant bitter angry and full of spite
MORE! MORE! Adesso!
Yo.... DETROIT RULES! PEACE... Connie CG
It's good.