I removed meaning from everything.
I am not here again.
I don't know what i'm walking on.
I need nothing.

If I could see and believe in somebody's eyes that my existence is real
It would be a nice, comforting lie.
You look like a feather too.
Maybe that is why I tell myself I found something.

This portage between "life" and "death" is far too long and meaningless.
I want to throw myself off the edge of the world.
My heart is beating fast.
My pulse offers words of encouragement that I cannot decipher.

I have gained another free ticket to throw in that mountainous pile.



Sarah

January 17th, 2007 11.46a.m.

Sweet and violent
What all of this mean?
Unwanted desires
Slave of smothered emotions

What is the price of pleasure?
What is the price of pain?

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