the end.
-Tea


A StanceSomewhere she's laying In a current of short-circuited thought; A wave of anxiety washes over her hair, her cells. The bitter mind she calls home, calls Sanity Is a two-paned friend. Tides of second-guessing and a fogging up Of the brain Hits home, Sinks ships. A prisoner of war set in faded lines of boundary She can't move without a landmine erupting. Chalky outlines surround the body of realization. Paralyzed by the idea of normalcy, hiding inside of Weak bones, too sullen to Find Grace, She slumbers; passing throughout time and consciousness, &nA Stance
| i am katie. the girl that can drink a large fountain drink in under a minute, the girl that wants to drive away from here but still doesn't quiet have her licence yet. the girl that was deffently born in the wrong era and always feels out of place. the shy girl with no taste. the lazy girl that wants to do something with her life but just cant get movitiated. the random one that cant really speak her mind. the one that no one can understand. the one that cares way to much and stresses about everything. the girl that will probably die young. the one that is a bit bigger then the average woman and is perfectly fine with it. the caged one that lets people walk all over her with out saying a thing. the girl that will vomit on your favorite shoes at a party. the kind of girl that can cheer you up. but will always let you down. |
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In the screams of many, not one voice is heard over all the others except silence.
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