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My stories

Nictitate

My head hurts. This burden i carry- just a toll on my mind. I blink harder- 1, 2, 3. The harder i blink the more i see. But then, its black… until i blink again- 1, 2, 3.

Behind closed eyes

I feel sometimes this is one-sided, like a short letter. your short letter, to me. I feel i try too hard to talk with you, see you, touch you, hold you.

Tears

Trying to keep a strong face Even after what you did. Keeping my eyes And my mind dry from this melancholy, Red hot anger and blinding ache. Sadness, the only emotion one cannot hide.

Perplexed Mind

Laughter fills the room, like the sound of music painting the walls, filling our minds all persons content. The door opens, a slow creak, a heavy weight that echoes an ancient stiles.

Vibrations

“how many roads must a man walk down..” how many lyrics must a man rip off, to describe ones life, to make friends. Music is an opening to mind, heart and..

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