poem from my journal [about angie, a girl]

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In Cold Blood.

walk alone~

burning bridges will take it's toll on you,

yet,

you obviously care not,

perhaps, thats what you want,

every back you've ever known, turned against you

might make it easier, for you to continue

to let it all go, but

i'm still watching

though,

half turned, and tested

whole hearted dimensions recall the void you fill,

removed.

i grow tired of the black hole that is you,

draining.

you leap from tall buildings,

asphalt cradles your face

blood spills a puddle,

and dead ends reveal themselves.

i don't see, how this is, at all possible.

hoping against the truth,

for the benefit of some doubt,

a soiled

self abuse

lost cause

see it in your eyes

recluse,

reminds me that i knew you, and

i thought i loved you.

where i was willing,

if you keep pushing,

i'm walking

away,

as i'm nearly done

trying,

what more can i say?

if you could feel my exhaled sighs...

the weight of them, so great

you'd wonder how i live at all

with something so heavy inside me,

i defy the laws, when it comes

to what i beleieve in.

my trust,

you have discarded,

that burn is all i need

to bear the will

that purposely makes you dead, to me.

i am a scorpio

vengeful and deep

close within reach

and ready

( to pacify )

in order to protect

(me.)

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you dumb bitch. these words are your grave,
fit for the funeral, you god forsaken cunt, you.

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angie? cold turkey is what i say.