| Critical Analysis #2 |
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Insane Getaway |
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Brigid WillowKeeper Member
since 2003-08-24
Posts 88OHIO IN USA |
I sit in a white padded room and I fly away in my head plays a little tune that brings a brand new day I feel the bugs crawling crawling in my skin the bugs sing their song for they are my next of kin I lay in the white hot sand of a quaint little beach ropes bind my hands chains bind my feet I lay on the beach so lifeless I move no more I am rooted by insanity so heartless and I can smell the rising of the shore I am drowning in mentality insane bubbles come from my mouth morbid little fish surround me I diminish and sink to the south. |
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Brigid WillowKeeper Member
since 2003-08-24
Posts 88OHIO IN USA |
I wrote this a while ago, uhh, I may have even posted it here. I am not sure. I haven't been on these boards for quite a while. |
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