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Absentmindedly

Not crazy, just a writer
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Past, Present, Future

A/N: Oh the cheese! –Dies- OTL "Hey…." The young man's head pounded at the obnoxious voice and he pulled the blankets in the bed farther up to help block out the sound. "Hey, kid, wake up!" The child didn't want to comply. He ached everywhere and he had an odd feeling of detachment from the world as if he wasn't really there. In the morning sunlight, clear even under the heavy duvet, he glanced at his hands. They were there, visible, solid, and yet he felt like a ghost. He let out an indignant cry when the covers were pulled from him and the hands he'd been examining went to cover his eyes, blocking the now blinding sunlight w

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Past, Present, Future

A/N: Oh the cheese! –Dies- OTL "Hey…." The young man's head pounded at the obnoxious voice and he pulled the blankets in the bed farther up to help block out the sound. "Hey, kid, wake up!" The child didn't want to comply. He ached everywhere and he had an odd feeling of detachment from the world as if he wasn't really there. In the morning sunlight, clear even under the heavy duvet, he glanced at his hands. They were there, visible, solid, and yet he felt like a ghost. He let out an indignant cry when the covers were pulled from him and the hands he'd been examining went to cover his eyes, blocking the now blinding sunlight w

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I find humanity beautiful in everyone except myself. Like a nurse, I see the sores of the wounded infested with maggots painted to look like little pocket watches. Yet I fail to heal my own deep holes. Deeper than skin or soul, they reach from mind to womb… will I ever be whole? Sometimes I ask myself if I belong here. In this house, in this town, even this planet; and no one has given an answer. I cannot remember when I did not quiver from the harsh frost of reality, where is the warmth I need?   In my veins it runs thicker than blood. Ink the color of clear skies tattoos my skin with leopard's spots, bl

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