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Life LessonsLooking back, it wasn't a very clever thing to do.Life Lessons
But I guess that's what they all say here.
I don't remember everything about it, but I do remember the faces of my parents when they found me. They took one look at the mess I made on the floor, and on my pale face and slowly advanced. Dad grabbed my shoulders and said "you'll be right", whilst mum bit her hand and began to slowly die as of that moment. Funny I should say that, considering I was the one with my blood all over the floor,
but mum lost herself in that moment, and though I should blame myself for that- I don't. M
by ~LeftClaw
The Sunshine"Let me describe it to you," he said, slurring words to the barman, whom was watching him with mild interestThe Sunshine
" 'twas the amazingest thing I has ever seen!"
The old barman sighed and put down a glass he had been polishing.
"look Tom-Dick or Harry, I don't care if it was the most amazing thing you have ever seen, I want to close up shop, and your spilling alcohol on my polished counter"
"ah, ya old man, shuddup and listen t'me, I gotsa story, and you'se gotsa hear it, youse gotsa, I ain't got noone else ta tell, and you'se needs it anyways" replied th
by ~LeftClaw
Who Am I?"The Reality Of Sin- Who am I?"Who Am I?
You don't know who I am but you will hate me, I look no different to you, but you know - I'm different, I never look at you, only other me's, You don't let me in your heaven, I am your hell, I turn your best into your worst, You turn my best, into shame, You think I am "cute," you think I'm a dog, You think it's who I am, but it doesn't define you, You beat me for it, you condemn me for it, I do nothing wrong, but I am wrong in your eyes, It doesn't affect you, but you hate me, I am left alone by those once there, I am a prison
by ~LeftClaw
SometimesSometimesSometimes
Sometimes I wake up and I am small.
And the world is big. And everyone looks up and don't see me. And I watch their hands as they walk, dancing uncomfortable by their sides, Or snug in an elbow. And I wrinkle my nose at the smell of their suit and try not to flinch as they move. And they hit me when I do, and it makes me flinch more.
And I walk through the streets, seeing shoes,
Then I get smaller.
And I have to avoid the shoes as they clomp around.
And the ground moves around me. And I feel sick, and I feel sad. And I want to be he
by ~LeftClaw
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