

Through the eyes that speakThe world the lies all the depression all of this and some of obsession. All these things swirl round in my head, people around me wishing they were dead. You have one chance at life make it grand, don't back down, take a stand. For the people who who want to die, why waste your chance, why? Life is the most precious gift of all. Make the most of it, listen to your call.Through the eyes that speak


Behind BarsBehind bars, I feel myself afraid. Afraid of what is to become Of my life.Behind Bars
What an existence, This false parade Of masks. What happened to My true soul?
Behind bars, I feel fake. That laugh is not mine. Humorous it is, That I have dissolved.
Is it actually for the better? This strange, different person? I’m surprised my family recognizes me. I’m surprised I remember who I was. And sometimes, I contradict.
Behind bars, I wonder. Is my true soul That of change?


The Memories DeliciousThe memories delicious, The fine, the few, the proud. Tastes like peaches, Looks like dimples, Reminds of pineapples.The Memories Delicious
The porch, The arms. The way your shirt felt When I first discovered
How soft it was.
A smile, a smile, A frown,
A cry, A scream,
A moan, A silence.
Panic.
Help. Dear God, I have never been so panicked.
Where is the road? Where is the phone? It’s ringing, And will not stop until answered.
Piercing, Loud, Disgusting, Defiant.
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Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have any film.
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Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have any film.
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Here with the help you seek...
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Here with the help you seek...
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Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have any film.
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Everyone has a photographic memory. Some just don't have any film.
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