Sunday, March 8, 2009

Dead fingers talk

AH grew up ina very christian household
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somethings i think happened to me but i cant remeber not do i know for sure.
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in many ways i felt that there were to much buried in my mind.
but figured it would be to hard to and dark to even lookinto
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there was alwaysa sea of chemecals to drown out the darkness and swim i nthe sunlight
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i grew intoa fine yet unmemorable young man a strnage young man who prefred imginary freinds to real ones
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although i found out recently i havea kind of PTSD.

form somehtign that happened to me.
i can only guess on what cuased it from the millionso f shitty things that happened to me as a kid
it left me with lots of nager guilt and feelings of persecution and paranoia
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recently i have taken the feeling of lonelyness by people i thought were my freinds not comming to my support reopend horrible feelings inside me.
like a old rusty bridge collapsing
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all i ever wanted was to be loved by freinds but all i ever got was the dead mask of distance from them i wanted a fater too all i got wasa corpse to idenify at the mourge.






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