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who said art had to be pretty? isn’t art supposed to be about thoughts and feelings? i can't help it if they're so ugly. a novella.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 7 - Words: 2,662 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 04-05-10 - Published: 04-03-10 - id: 2792593
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i'm always feeling so close to earth.
crackling signals; they float around me
they're from everyone, from everywhere and sometimes i don't know if i'm black or blue-
wounded.
drawn, magnetised
down to the rocks
where the worst of the worst is buried
where it's brought back up again to greet me
when i arrive.
it's times like these when i wish i could fly.
the past is faded
and i wish it could come back
the present is fleeting
i hate what it is
the future grim
bracing for when
i hit
the worst of the worst.
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