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[23 Jul 2003|04:33pm] |
Blood on the keyboard. the writer's (?) testimony. My blood on the keyboard painting it red living red the life from my veins fleeing flowing into the words the words my words are dead black letters forming from my warm red blood they are so cold empty there's no art just the words my words good for nothing words
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[23 Jul 2003|07:04pm] |
writers block. cant write at all. frustrates me.
beating my keyboard up. cutting my hand with it
never thought my skin was so thin.
not seeing the colours. where is the music?
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