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below
i'm dipping below that line below the line of calm dipping below to the uncontrolled the unfiltered the small crevices of my mind that i can not control where my darkest thoughts are from it is where i hide things that no one knows
conceal
He watched her face as they walked into the office. He saw as it transformed. From the vulnerable scared expression it had worn just a little while ago, while they had been getting ready. To a cold, hard mask concealing everything she was feeling. Only those who could read people really well or who knew her as well as he did would be able to tell that anything was wrong. to the rest of the world it would seem as if everything was normal and fine. And not know that she was hiding her feelings under a mask, or hiding bruises under her clothes.
artistry
Artistry, what is the artistry of stage managing one may ask you are always behind the scenes and the real "art" as some may say is taking place onstage. but the artistry of stage managing is in the organization the ability to pull together and to stay calm the focus the amount of hard work
awakening
awakening, i feel like i need one. to come out of this dark hole i have fallen into yet again. its suffocating, i can barely breathe the darkness pressing down heart racing body shaking and something catching in me a fear so deep a questioning why am i still here? why...
discovery
Discovering that what we had was not as simple as it seemed at first we were just us and it grew and grew until even i do not know what is left and what will be left if it all crumbles down to the ground i just want to save us i don't think we could survive again as we are still so broken now if it were to fall our pieces i do not think any one could put back together
assisted
assisted. helped i think i dislike that word... assisted. it makes me automatically think of assisted living homes. and really i don't have much to write about that.
antlers
antlers hanging on the wall a decoration any meaning? everything has a meaning the animal gave the antlers when we hunted it used every scrap now hanging there until something else is done with them a knife hilt buttons needles a myriad of things use and reuse give everything back in the end to the earth that gave to us.
history
History, is made when we remember, and tell the stories of what happened, major history, minor history, personal history, history of a large group of people, anything that happens can be history, there are many types of history, web history, art history, all told all important all forms.
intense
This is intense he said, looking out at the flames roaring. a real bonfire, as a city brat i had never seen one, well not a real one, the ones we had at camp were nothing like this. just a few good friends and nothing but woods surrounding us, this was it one of the most serene things i had ever witnessed.
wonder
I gaze in wonderment at the change in your eyes you look lifeless like she is sucking the life out of you and deep down i know she is and i know there is nothing i can do to protect you she has you wrapped around her finger and her fangs deep into your heart, sucking everything dry, you already are half alive, living in a daze you are unfocused and i want to pull you away, pull you back take you back make sure you are okay, i need you i will never say it but i need you more then you could ever imagine.
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