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When I Was a Child
When I was a child
I tried to kill myself seven times,
But it turns out something
Soulless and empty
Refuses to let itself die.
When I was a child,
I was scared of my own eyes—
Oh, they terrified me,
Because their light reminded me
That I am alive.
When I was a child,
They taught me to think
That I was not like all the rest.
That I was an empty thing,
An ugly creature,
A soulless changeling
That had intruded upon their lives.
And the people that were meant to love me
Only taught me how to cry,
Taught me how to hate
That I am alive.
I am still a child,
Though I like to think I’m not,
And I still have trouble
Looking myself in the
Literature
Into The Mental Abyss
Into The Mental Abyss:
To the edge of the very abyss I have travelled.
With worn feet, gone bloodied and bare;
Dragged upon stones that stretch like sharpened spines,
Leaving tattered spoils of flesh in my wake...
Even so, I am incapable of halting;
Like a zombie, I remain numb and hypnotised.
Shambling ever onward, toward the glimmer of light.
Eager to be behold the 'she' that awaits me:
A wonderous wellspring of inspiration and knowledge;
Perfect, yet fragile, in both shape and form...
It is her majesty, her radiance,
That leaves me drained...
Alone in the depths, I am humbled and awed.
Yet the admiration that I feel soon turns corrupt
Literature
A Midnight Weary
A Midnight Weary
Amongst twinkling stars,
Much like a cricket's chorus;
Panicking student,
Types his essay:
"Failure is red,
My parent's say;
An Asian get 'B'
Is shameful display!"
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I'm not sleeping well, so I'm sure I missed things in my proofreads. Feel free to let me know.
Comments VERY, VERY welcome (hint hint)
Comments VERY, VERY welcome (hint hint)
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I enjoyed reading this. You did a good job of keeping the narration limited to Annetta's character, though I have to agree with ~simplyfeel's critique of Freddie.
Couple typos:
- She was so focused on his grip that she didn't notice what he had in his other hand.
- and those pinewood floors laid by her great-grandfather had been her playground as a child.
- Her head swam with the thought thatif maybe it would be better if she stopped right where she was.
Couple typos:
- She was so focused on his grip that she didn't notice what he had in his other hand.
- and those pinewood floors laid by her great-grandfather had been her playground as a child.
- Her head swam with the thought that