Maryjane
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My creative side...

Hangover //
Broken dreams shatter on the floor of sanity.  Tears falling from deep brown eyes, crystallize.  Every breath of life wasted.  Every happy memory of past experiences blocked out by the bad memory of today, and a life not worth living tomorrow.  White paper chemical intoxications provide a postive outlook on a dim future.  Amazing how every heartache can be forgotton with one chew.  Reality strikes back like stings from an enraged bitchslap.  Empty bottles once filled, offer a drug-induced remedy to the pain.  Sooner or later that buzz leaves you alone, searching for something that provides equal mental escape.  Running away is no longer an option, its an answer.
 
Anger at its finest //
It wasn`t until today, when your insulting slurs finally made it under my skin and into the blood that pumps through my veins.  No vaccine can provide a cure for the hate your ignorance bestowed.
 
Home //
Behind these walls no one, or words can harm me.  Past the many doors lies a space just for me.  Where the pillows await my tears and the walls await my words.  Peace and sernity fall over me like a blanket, and I wish never to awake.
 
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Its hard to count the years now, my love for you remains untarnished.  Your grace, charm, and aprevesent (sp?) looks weave an unbreakable net around me.  The more I try to escape the more this infatuation chokes me.  (remains to be finished)
 
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Locked away in the darkest corner of my mind are the thoughts that could drive a normal person insane.  But what is normal, you ask.  That in itself is a question I cannot bring myself to explain.  I look forward to shed this image I have given myself in order to fit into society.  I throw my hands up and bid farewell to the faceless many who would drag me down in a second to increase their status in popularity.  My thoughts walk me down a narrow road to a time and feeling long forgotten.  I see a balloon fading deeper into the blue expanse.  I wish I was deep within its belly, wind blowing me higher.  Away from this sterotypical existence I endure.
 
 
(more coming soon)