Five minute freewrite:
for weeks I have been waiting, the sun shinning on my face and burning my soul. there is no silence in a citing full of mouths, tongue, eyes. three stars and three moons that circle the love inside each person, they're all engulfed in the flames that leap from your twisted frame and fragile personality. All the girls are waiting for the postman to arrive, they wants there gifts, lipstick and hope, that's what they need. No food, no shelter.
Is it time, time for us to leave or arrive? surely there the same thing? each movement, each painfull, both unproductive. we will stay. not doing anything. apathetic. what a virtue. I would give anything not to throw myself, my thoughts and emotions around, as much as I throw my body around.I'm a sack of flour, cold and lonely on a stone floor in an old man's shed. make it stop.
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