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Whimsical NotationsWhimsical notationsWhimsical Notations
Process in past tense Manifest in quotation I loved you Reply I let you go Regrets regrets regrets


cAMP InhibitioncAMP inhibition, gut ambitions surface (as) Weary nostalgia (creates)cAMP Inhibition
Insomniac condition (manifests) Emerging renditions of manic expression (force) Open my soul to my mind...
(weary weary weary, what makes me so sad and dreary?)
And my mind tries to ignore (ignore ignore, forget!) What else can be done when your soul disregards (how can I forget?) The past and its consequence (I can't forget...)


Lethargic LeavesImagine a musty darkened world, rotting leaves spread every which way. Knee deep, I wade through the decay, mind clogged, heart weary, soul heavy. All I want is a taste of fresh air. Every breath brings in the stink of death, and Im tired of it. Ive grown lethargic, and this landscape is only the reflection of my mind.Lethargic Leaves
Youre voice rings in my head, and all I can hear is your soft tones. All I want is you. Looking down at my feet, I see a glisten through the decay, and at that moment I know. Break through the lethargy and Ill find your beautiful face. Long forgotten energy starts to flow through my veins,


IncestHow many times I've Dreamt of your breast The lovliest press Between yours and my dress Nestling in the curves of our chests No greater no less Than the gentlest caress Such pleasantness at any behest Is surely as sin - incestuousIncest


FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.


EnduranceI struggle to breathe And stay alive Tears well up But I refuse to cry And as the demon fox Comes forth He seems to Minimize my worth The trees and grass bend to his name In such a power None could attain His eyes so cold There's no hope left And soon I'll by Here lying lifeless And as the clash of blades cry out "There's no hope hereEndurance
Just dread and doubt" I give up hope as Doubt clouds my mind And I fall in to Hypnotize And I fear
That unheard clash
That misses the blade And now battles with


EnduranceIn another time,Endurance
whenever i lost my way i had to find it by myself i was wishing somebody could come and save me but nobody ever came that were the "hard lesson" times i learned how to get strong by myself and now i can say that i'm much more stronger than I've ever been
I thank to the old me
for the strenght she gave to me Now i can really trust not just in my silly self but in the others aswell
However, I found a lot of wonderful people and it's hard to explain but don't you think that the pain can show you
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I'm an eater with a running disorder.
Only 4% of teens proclaim Jesus Christ as their savior, if you're one of them, put this in your sign.
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For in my arms I hold the flower of the ages and the first love of the world. ~W. H. Auden
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