It's contagious
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Last published Wed, Mar 25, 2015
Words. meanings. I want to find my meaning but it's hard when contagious words are holding you tight up to a tree poking pitchforks are you making you feel pressured and unsure about yourself live, die what's better people say they're here for you one moment and the next is you find them reflecting off a mirror holding a thousand knives to your back like jugglers do at carnivals. But the funny thing is in the reflection you also see bleachers full of people. Watching. for entertainment scared because they all are afraid that one of the jugglers knives will slip. Slip and cut the jugglers "perfect" skin. If there afraid off that.... I'll show them mine. sometimes this world is a very scary place. I always ponder if the world listens to my blade ripping my skin.
If it here's my pain. I wonder If God here's me crying to him saying, "why did you put me here" people seem to find all my flaws and make them fairly clear to me. Then, all I see are my flaws, no beauty... Just filth.
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