GingerKat Writers

I hear the footsteps, not of one, but of two. I hate the fact that she keeps company with you!
You walk into my home, and scream out my name. Fighting with a cat, you must be insane!
I hold no threat, to you or any other. I'm just protective, over the home of my mother.
It's nothing personal, unlike with you. You hate me for reasons, I haven't a clue!
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It's very funny, how you always have presence, during your absence.

Answer honestly please, have we run our final course?
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You have a fear of being trapped,
It's a delusion all your own.
There's no reason of misrepresentation,
You're not in a hostile war zone.
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Many people wish to be me,
I often wonder why.
They don't see the way I do,
I can't help but cry.
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I know nothing of you, except through music, photos and such.
I can only imagine how fascinating you are,
So intellectually in touch.
Your name alone is a turn on, you have no idea I exist.
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Physically motionless, and still my blood rushes, desiring you.
The only movement is internally, so what else was i suppose to do?
I touched myself, entertaining filth, allowing it to affect my head,
I decided then to call you up, and pleasure you instead.
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Doreen M. Angell

Every opportunity, but yet no success.
The only way to earn money, is to illegally undress.
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You consider me a threat, a problem to your being.
Fighting me all the way, but there aren't bruises to what I'm seeing.
You degrade me beyond repair, embarrassing the life I lead.
Wishing me dead and kissing me later, but still I never bleed.
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Wondering if you're doing fine,
I regretfully say that you're not mine.
A smile here, a wink there,
I wonder if its really fair.
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Many people wish to be me,
I often wonder why.
They don't see the way I do,
I can't help but cry.
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As I slit my wrist, I relished the thoughts of being reunited with my soulmate. Life as I had known it, drastically changed. My life was stolen from my soul. Hearing the news of your demise, sent me into vertigo. Being told I didn't love you enough, sent me into shock. I wanted nothing more than to love you forever. For this reason, I have found my excuse. I will see you in a moment, as I slip through unconsciousness. I have read Dante Alighieri at least three times. I know I will never be recycled. I'm the lost soul, which is dying inside the 'Suicide Trees'. I wish to sacrifice the flesh, to feed my desires. Another sin I will concede to. I feel you are worth it, and my love is strong. I believe you would do the same for me. I see the darkness brightly. It's so dark, it's blinding. I feel a pulling and tugging through the process. Quickly being sucked into an unknown direction. There is true light up ahead. It's looking somewhat yellow. 'What causes you to run down this path? Who's chasing your conscience? ', bellowed an echoed voice. 'I'm not running from anything. I'm voyaging to! ', I replied. The conversation ceased, but I continued to travel. I feel nausea and fright. It's a lethal combination from blood loss. I can't understand why I can still feel. I must be dying slowly. Is this what he felt like, to die? Was it a painful and lasting death? Was it quick, with no thought at all? I hear music. It's faint and distant. It's resembling Beyonce's 'Dangerously In Love'. It's reminding me more of you. Confirming my decision is warranted. There is a cold front, just below my knees. It's a continued chill. I cant feel my feet any longer. 'Have you found who you're looking for? '. Are you sure they're here? ' asked the same voice from before. I boasted, 'Oh yes, Im sure I'm on the correct path! ' By now, all should be reached. Still, I feel the chill. It's rushing through the rest of my body, at warp speed. I don't understand the consciousness. Why am I able to feel both physically and emotionally? There is a sign up ahead. I can't make out what it says. My vision is blurry and I feel the dilation. As I squinted, I read:


Northeast, into the sun.
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