| dude in the computer : artist fiona mulholland | |||||||
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I'm trying not to let you in. I'm falling faster than the ground allows. I cannot even crash through fear of surviving. One more time I can no longer handle. This should be making me happy, I shouldn't have to turn away from your smile. I have again made things difficult. They told me to leave it alone. Sparing myself the embarrassment. Advising from first hand experience. I know she's right, after all she left me there. She met the one who currently beats my gullible rhymic drum. She saw me drop when the conversation made thickened the already heavily layered plot. i felt so empty when I had both say no thank you very much. I'm never the kind, always the neat reliable friend. With the not so neat scruffy hair and four dollar shirts. I'm always right there but so very wrong. always hoping but falling sooner than I've begun. Asking just when will I be of importance. vip status on a key ring. The problem is they have it all dangling in my vision, I'm without my prescription. No one can fix me up. |
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