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  Saturday, Dec 27, 2008 3:56AM / Standard Entry / Members only
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  the cliff hanger of quarter life crisis ,
  
  the caffeine that douses the soul 
  and the drenched lashes that droop with heavy weightiness . 
  
  a frown ,
  
  the wrinkled bags from nights that never end .
  
  the wrench , 
  
  the collapsing of breaths that break into murmured sobs .
  
  stolen white tees that smell of a memory . 
  
  draped,worn in pain that linger past time healed .
  
  the wind blows ,
  
  the silence calls
  
  what does the sign read . where do i go from here .
  
  strength that clawed the nails thin .
  
  instability my only friend . insanity my only solace . 
  pills my only remedy . my mind the only tragedy . 
  
  
  
  sq. 21 4th feb 06 -3 am . new york-singapore
  
  
  
  
  
  
  leave a light on for me ....
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  its friday night 

  and i'm hoping in this liquid wasteland 

  that i will find someone with wide open eyes ...

  the moist looking type where it seems like they're either shining bright 

  or trying to hold back tears 

  
  

  
  

  
  

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