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Something More.
Postdated; circa May 2004
These are the four walls of confinement, four walls of protection. I have been here for so long, that the air smells the same. That dense, heavy stench of confusion, loss & regret.
Unfathomed, I succumb to the vanities of death. Chase the pain away with those bottles from underneath Grans kitchen sink, faster than you used to run from those boys in your class who tried to kiss your hand whilst exclaiming "Kisschasey - you're it! " & wake up, engulfed by these walls, these violent delights, these desperate ends.
I trace the tips of my fingers, first a long the crevices & I allow them to lead my dreams down the walls. I'm slipping so fucking far, that I begin to wonder... If I am even here at all?
Published 26th Mar 2013
| Edited 13th Sep 2013
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18th Dec 2015 7:04pm
Baby girl, my empathy and compassion are with you! As I chronicle my life, I hope I'm as eloquent & selfless as you💝!
23rd Jun 2016 7:16pm
