March 31, 2009
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3,2,1. The burning liquid slams down my throat. Mouth tastes acidic. Trying to find a point to this madness, but 3,2,1. Another. Being sucked deeper into the black oblivion. All the bad things don't matter anymore. Becoming a differnet person. 3,2,1. Legs feel shaky. 3,2,1. The burnings disapeared, replaced with a tingling silkiness. I'm out of my body watching myself, while my mouth is frozen in a scream of anguish, wondering how i lost the reins to my life's chariot. Another mistake added to an already long list.

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chrissyclarinetist said...
Sept. 25, 2009 at 11:13 am
PLEASE let me know what you think. i want to hear ALL the feedback
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