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Once here, Suddenly gone

The taste of salt that streams down your cheeks keeps your heart skipping beats. Rapidly your chest begins to cave in on itself. At first you feel that it’s just the shortness of breath and the tightening of your lungs, then you realize that the hole in your chest where you heart once lay is imploding on itself. Looking down and seeing your rib cage and your life crushing in on yourself is the sad and familiar scenario that you strive to let go. It encapsulates your entire existence in a blanket of love that turns into a straight jacket of self-loathing pain and a justified comfort that you’re all too accepting of. What makes this stop? Who makes you grab yourself and extract you from this life as you know it and save yourself? Most will say you have to do it on your own; but the likeliness of that is slim to none. The Devil that wears Prada holds the key to the heart that has never won. Falling once again into the abyss of everything that hurts, everything made sense
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In Perils I Fall

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Rough night... hopefully I can find the peace to sleep. I doubt it, ghosts haunt me, fear cradles me in order to not allow for peace, lost in my own heart I have nothing left that she hasn't taken, perilous attempts for a love that doesn't love in return, not in the way I desire and need, searching in the crevasses of hell trying to find my path through the valley of death, welcoming it with open arms and free-spirit, Love once again the enemy of the heart, logical the mind tries to make sense of it all... nothing left, the last bead of blood drains from my veins as the sought-after love will never again take this now loveless soul
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Hopefully Found

Light Shining To Me... Plight Not My Enemy Today. Strife Doesn't Plague Me Today. Life Seems Much More Enjoyable Than The Weeks Before. BJS -- 2kXI Dutch
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Drowning in a Convergence of Rivers

Sands of time drowning me in an empty sea of lies The way she used to look me in the eyes, Wonderment is all that can be Because there is nothing left in me. The darkness between us grows with each passing day Eventually, there will be no recognition of what once lay The smiles and laughter have been replaced Painted smiles drawn upon my face Knowing that this is the only way to keep up my pace. Clutching onto the brach of life that grows from the side of the cliff All I want to know is when I let let go how far is the drop and what if. Streaming wind assaults my body as I fall into a crystal ball of eternity It's a space of which there is no time, no love, no emotion It's perfect blissfulness of not living nor dying, but stuck in between Awake looking for the coins upon my eyes and their bright sheen. The great guide, Charon sets me upon the tour of the Lethe, Eridanos, and Alpheus I find my escort to be hungrily grappling at my soul, taking no riches I come to the convergence
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Sands of time drowning me in an empty sea of lies The way she used to look me in the eyes, Wonderment is all that can be Because there is nothing left in me. The darkness between us grows with each passing day Eventually, there will be no recognition of what once lay The smiles and laughter have been replaced Painted smiles drawn upon my face Knowing that this is the only way to keep up my pace. Clutching onto the branch of life that grows from the side of the cliff All I want to know is when I let let go how far is the drop, and what if. Streaming wind assaults my body as I fall into a crystal ball of eternity It's a space of which there is no time, no love, no emotion It's perfect blissfulness of not living nor dying, but stuck in between Awake looking for the coins upon my eyes and their bright sheen. The great guide, Charon sets me upon the tour of the Lethe, Eridanos, and Alpheus I find my escort to be hungrily grappling at my soul, taking no riches I come to the convergen
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Find Me

Follow Me... No, I really shouldn't. Follow Me... No, it really wouldn't be prudent. Ahh, c'mon, Follow Me.. Is it gunna hurt? Silly question, Follow Me: True, I guess I should learn to love again. Here we float in a state of bliss, nothing he's ever felt like this... So pure, so true, so everything in you. Follow Me... For why, and where, do we need to go? Follow Me, I've never mislead you in the past. No, you're correct, you've taught me love in it's purest. Now at this time we are at a fork in the road. Don't Follow Me, for we never were... You should have known. BJS -- 2kXI Dutch
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In The Cut

Processing the pain is a choice from your conscious mind, not always a choice you're ready for, but at some point, one, or something, must be accountable for all the weary dreams that feel as if they are unsurmountable. Driving shots of adrenaline will always be a part of dealing what's always lying within. To feel alive, sometimes you need to take your self much closer to death, so close you feel the Grim Reaper standing behind you and you feel his breath. You may recognize that you're alive, but why? Why are the best ones to die? Is it a lesson that they can lastly teach, in order for you to always take that extra reach? Your blood pressure pounds the closer you are to death, but it will in fact remind you that you are alive. And there's always something else left in the world worth your strive. After the job is done you're sent home to battle the inner demons and political bureaucracy, and biased views of your peers and your community. How is it that the same com
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