Life with billsWaiding in waist deep low muddy waters. The cold pins sting my theighs as the thundous current pushes me towards the place that I should go but my body is stuck here in this moment. This moment of realization of the beauty that we normally pass by without a glimps or a thought. Standing so still that without movements it is still graceful. Every sin is rewarded with praise. Standing there long enough You can feel the heat in the water that was once so cold it left razor blade cuts as it found ways around.Life with bills
Every pore takes in the warmths, embracing what many other have passed on by without notice. The
The Martyr of the Anima DeaThis trepidation slowly building up Contravening never ends Abandoning myself, leaving me martyr Ensconcing under my own skin Enduring what I have to live… Never again, Vermilion escaping me like a small ribbon Future yet to come, I linger in my own anguish Perpetually I go on Forever I will hide I will endure the everlasting pain Will my scarlet flow without end Never again will I suffer… I will live with condescension, but concealing my true self Forsaking my true feelings…for youThe Martyr of the Anima Dea
For you, My Inner Anima, Deity, Dea, Chi, Soul will slowly die For you
Cody
Devious Journal Entry
Tired
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~AC
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~AdrianCoyote
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And it's true that we named our children after towns, that we'd never been to.
~AC
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1 $p3@k 1337!
w00+!
~AdrianCoyote
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And it's true that we named our children after towns, that we'd never been to.
~AC
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1 $p3@k 1337!
w00+!
~AdrianCoyote
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