I've realized that I'm more scared of people knowing me, than knowing people.
I've realized that I'm more scared of people seeing me, than I am of seeing people.
I'm scared of being like them. I'm scared that I'm not like them. Ive realized that I don't know what I want.
No one should see it, lest they take advantage. I'm scared, too scared to be who I want, because I want to be that person.
I'm frightened for my life.
What does it mean?
I've never felt accepted or wanted in the past.
I'm delighted by every person who shows interest.
I've been self-diagnosed and self-medicated for far too long.
What comes next?














Comments
wonderful
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"we can't stop here...this is bat country!"
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Float far away,
on a wooden ashtray.
You starve, how you beg,
just to feel like youre saved,
in limbo with the rest of the sea.
Emotions are always scary to convey openly and I think you did that well in this.
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I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality. --Emily Dickinson
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Float far away,
on a wooden ashtray.
You starve, how you beg,
just to feel like youre saved,
in limbo with the rest of the sea.
Powerful stuff.
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spysays :
I write to watch the pen dance...
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My page...
My job... W.I.P
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You have effectively touched on an issue that so many can relate to.
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Float far away,
on a wooden ashtray.
You starve, how you beg,
just to feel like youre saved,
in limbo with the rest of the sea.
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