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06-20-2007, 03:43 AM
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In The Midst of My Depression
In the midst of my depression
There are no phones a-ringin’,
And even if there were I’m sure I wouldn’t say anything
I’d just ask how you are, and when you asked the same, I’d say
“Fine, I always am.”
And on the street that I walked over – or did it walk over me? –
I saw a raccoon covered in three day old blood
Oh he used to be a friend of mine, always one for a joke
But now our joy is stained in salt
But there’s a kid in the town down there, and he used to be my friend
We would write songs together – seemed like the joy would never end
But now we only judge each other, and do our best to incite anger
Do all friendships come back to this?
And you are this girl I love, though I’m not so sure anymore I know you
But I think about you constantly with unbecoming jealousy
And when I heard that you kissed that boy who says he loves you as well
It felt like something in my body had died
But I never raised a fist, even with the bitter news – no, I’d broken skin before it,
After mixing my spit with booze
Well believe me when I speak to you, cause you’re the only person I tell the truth
And I’d be a liar if I told you otherwise
Cause you are a hoping sun
Cause you are a bitter truth
Cause you are warmer than the rain living in my veins and my porous face
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06-21-2007, 11:03 PM
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i knew someone who feels like this.
your words could have been his own.
he died monday night. he was 22.
he had cerebral palsy and never got to realize so many things.
i hope your fate is kinder to you.
i apologize if i shouldn't have written this.
you did a good job.
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and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
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06-23-2007, 11:31 AM
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This is a good piece, very very very solid. Excellent work.
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06-23-2007, 07:53 PM
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paige turner, thank you for the story shared - it hit me in the heart, man. i wouldn't say i feel like this all the time, but i tend to write when i'm down, so i don't know if i'm so similar to your friend. and i hope it isn't too bold to ask, but did he commit suicide?
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06-23-2007, 07:54 PM
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thamior, thanks for the support. however, are there any suggestions that you might have about it?
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06-23-2007, 08:15 PM
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Can't think of anything right now. But I'm not in a "critiqing" mood so to speak. If I remember, I'll look at it again.
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06-23-2007, 11:24 PM
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Originally Posted by surfacetoday
paige turner, thank you for the story shared - it hit me in the heart, man. i wouldn't say i feel like this all the time, but i tend to write when i'm down, so i don't know if i'm so similar to your friend. and i hope it isn't too bold to ask, but did he commit suicide?
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no. dylan died from complications caused by his affliction.
he was not a selfish person. he was too giving to do something like commit suicide. and if you have tendencies, get help.
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i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
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06-24-2007, 02:16 AM
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no i don't, thanks for the advice
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Eat shit and poop it out, then repeat ten million times til you become a saggy old basset hound.
www.myspace.com/jakeharms
for music, writing stuff
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