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the most sickning of things............it never goes fast enough...............or slow enough................it make me look like an ass....................and you hate me even more...............makes me disaper and fade from your eveything....................makes me pointless............makes me wortherlee........











only a few wont leave............how can they......they been there forever.............................................but the rest i question......when are we done ..........................when are you gone..........





insigniffacent





a nothing to you.........

nothing to me.............





it all fades...........it all dies............its all nothing...







*sigh*...





Kate

A medieval consequwwnce



Stricken from reality





Purple lillies leaking sanity



A fading of consciousness





Vacant trees cover a long forgetten valley



Walking through the flower beds kicking then to the wind





Twerles spines



Collapsing gracefully









Kate

Acid rain

From your eyes to your lips

Erode

A mask

Carvings of your perseption

Who are you now.......





Kate

just a nothing.......





we're done........





i can't stop it





you don't want it.......





cry





only because i want you..........





but there's noting in return............





braeking





just nothing now..........





just a mistake.........





another regretful memory...........





the way things are said...........





it as if they're sincere.............





there nohitng.........





just nothing





just nothing............















Kate

In a box

In a box where no one can tuoch me

In a box where no one can harm me

In a box where no one can hear me

In a box

In a box where no one can see me

In a box where no one can love me

In a box where no one can trust me

In a box

In a box where no one can save me

In a box where no one can help me

In a box where no one can hate me

In a box









Kate

everything's a bler; can't remember a thing; but your eyes; your eyes longing whats lost; desperation; constricting my everything; no longer felling; i write; leaking words spocken, they don't mean the same;what is a thought but a figment of my immagenation.







Kate