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"Foolish writers and readers are created for each other."
..Horace Walpole.

i'm loosing faith in my ability to write, guys...
i suck anymore.
really bad.
i've hit a wall'n i been trying to climb over it'r go around it'r ignore it...
's not working, guys...
nothing's working guys..
i want to be able to write again...

VertigoArt said the following:

Do not forget to post this in a journal entry.

You will have 48 hours to pass the poem back to me. If you miss their window you will go to the end. If you miss it again, you will be cut out.

The Poem

Pass the Poem: Murder - Suicide

I froze when I saw his hands where mine should be; caressing
Like a winter morning, he was cold. Like a wind whistling
Cold he was, but every touch left a streak of glaring heat upon her skin.
November bites, December gnaws; neither match the dully dead
emotion that begins to rise, a taste of blood and bile
The writhing stench of deeds best left in a dark past
blinds me as it controls with a disembodying numbness.
Self control being a lost memory
Lost like the life that once was there.
In his still-open eyes I see the emptiness inside of me
and inside of me is where i hide, nothing is there, no one to find me; my place of hiding.</

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Somewhere out there is the reason I
Suffer threw the time change.
Your dark is not dark, it’s simply
Not-so-light.
.
.
Let me free!
I’m sick of
Being here, of
Being.
Leave me to my
Peace, my
Self
I suffer threw a shrinking curfew
Muscles twitch and I
Drop
Without second thought
From my chair to the
Floor.
Thud.
Unexciting
Unnecessary.
They look at me
“Are you ok?”
-sigh-
.
.
not
really

"For reason unfathamable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year. We had two weeks of the coldest weather since 1885, Atticus said. Mr. Avery said it was written on the Rosetta Stone that when children disobeyed their parents, smoke cigarettes and made was on each other, the seasons would change: Jem and I were burdened with the guilt of contributing to the aberrations of nature, thereby causing unhappiness to our neighbors and discomfort to ourselves."
-To Kill A Mockingbird, by Harper Lee