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I want to scream until it rips my throat out...
I want to bite until you have no skin left to hold you together...
I want to claw and gouge your eyes out so you can not realize my pain...
Will I ever be able to crawl and make my way out of this misery?
When others force you into something you want no part of...it can break you into a million pieces...make your head explode...then need repair.
I was forced to bear pollen from the plant...
luckily...the seed blew away in the wind.
I write cryptic messages to myself...to deal with the after thoughts and suppressed pain...
But when these feelings surface...then the blame starts...needs attachment...but not to myself...I didn't want it...
Men who do this should be made to feel the same pain for as long as the act continues to haunt the victim.

Suggested listening: Brain Damage, by Pink Floyd.

"The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"

Description
I want to scream until it rips my throat out...
I want to bite until you have no skin left to hold you together...
I want to claw and gouge your eyes out so you can not realize my pain...
Will I ever be able to crawl and make my way out of this misery?
When others force you into something you want no part of...it can break you into a million pieces...make your head explode...then need repair.
I was forced to bear pollen from the plant...
luckily...the seed blew away in the wind.
I write cryptic messages to myself...to deal with the after thoughts and suppressed pain...
But when these feelings surface...then the blame starts...needs attachment...but not to myself...I didn't want it...
Men who do this should be made to feel the same pain for as long as the act continues to haunt the victim.

Suggested listening: Brain Damage, by Pink Floyd.

"The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"