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Addiction Each breath comes cold and yet oddly out of place, filling lungs that feel three sizes too big. I recognize the symptoms and it scares me; kicking and screaming my mind's being taken on another trip and the spaces in my soul have opened up again.Addiction by ~Death-in-Crimson
It's my fault; I let them too far in and then always need more, far more than what anyone is prepared to give. The deep insatiable hunger inside me burns, demanding to be fed, consuming me from within, and I am powerless against it. Strong as I might be, strong as my mind is, strong and willful, stubborn and relentless- I am rendered powerless against this.
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DOLL Vs. SIREN I stoop to notice you for all of ten seconds, contempt is nothing compared to what I can inflict. I see you on strings, pulled this way and that allowing me to get under your skin, allowing my words to leak poison into your veins, allowing me to draw you into a web of truth. You let me in too far – I who knew not of your existence until your tormentor dropped his little pearls of wisdom into my ears. Whatever game you are playing doesn't interest me for I am above such nonsense. Childish tricks, trying to lure me to jealousy, deliberately placing evidence where you wanted me to look is unbelievDOLL Vs. SIREN by ~Death-in-Crimson
Curfew January 26th 2011Curfew by ~Death-in-Crimson
'Were you there yesterday?'
I didn't need to ask where 'there' was- it was obvious; I looked in the mirror at my hairdresser and nodded a little guiltily. Yes, I was there, waving a flag, and chanting anti-government slogans with other Egyptians all of us clamoring for freedom. The hairdresser's eyes widened. I knew why and I resented it, 'my husband doesn't know,' I added as I stiffened my shoulders sitting up a little straighter, 'I went alone.'
'Why?'
'Because one more voice, when added to thousands more makes a difference,' I said passionately, my eyes flashing in the mirror, daring him to sa
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