February 2012
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Daniel.
I remember a dream I had once when I was a young girl in high school. It was strange and influenced by a song, Daniel, because I couldn’t sleep alone and the only company I could find was in the arms of late night radio. I was in a bar, old and familiar to me even though I had never really been there. The dark, clean wood floors and furniture left whispers in my subconscious of home. Not a...
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Rainbow Speckled Girl.
There she was, washed even paler in comparison to the stark black bedclothes she was curled up on, stripped of her painting clothes; a pair of worn, green cargo pants cut off mid-thigh and one of my ratty tee-shirts that had holes in the arm pits and shoulder. The dim light cast from the closet granted just enough visibility to make out the clean lines of pure, unpainted, snowy skin that had been...
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Marry the Night.
I get this feeling sometimes, call it a funk or whatever you want, but I get very depressed and antsy, like I don’t have any control over my life at all, and I start to go sort of crazy in my head. Of course, I keep all of this inside, I don’t tell my friends and family how I really feel and what’s actually going on in my head. Then I start to feel like no one really cares about...