~xian-ated
den 
end of the eastby ~rtil
moth-eaten curtainsI sit on the carpet where gaps are filled with chewing gum and dead spiders,moth-eaten curtains
it's here, time, I tell her everything; use the words that are scribbled on the paper with bright pink ruled lines and no margins kept in a shoebox beneath my bed.
The curtains were moth-eaten.
Damp marks left from leaks swirl shapes on the ceiling and the wall behind me, smelling like clothes
that have flapped in the rain and fallen in a pile, then worn too many times;
in here, this time, the whole building appears abandoned,
by *Effamay
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Bunny hillby ~adriana7
Unobservantby *Jo-lind
Candidby ~absinthebride
BirthThe so called new generation is here. What seemed impossible happened, lack of feelings is tangible in the air, I am part of the new soulless regime. Touched by the things that are natural, death is my greatest fear, immortality my unfulfilled desire, even if I had it within my reach, I wouldn’t take it, it takes passion to live forever, and I don’t know passion. Endings and beginnings are just the same, if only I could find an answer; discover what I’ve been looking for. What am I looking for? A normal dread that became obsession, I crave for faith, I need to explain what I can’t know, a plea for something I don’t beBirth
by ~specificmishu
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