stuff, by hidden
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when the shouts aren't good enough
what is?
when screaming just doesn't work
when in a combination of your emotions
does the rage you feel yourself slipping into all to
confortably always feel right?
what happens when voices aren't enough,
whispers are the surfice
the loath
the pain
the lust
the strain
the rage
the bemused
the cage
the feelings don't work by being left to their own anymore
they have to be controled.
they have to leak
not burts
a whisper can tell so much more than a raised voice
but thats only your choice |
Posted: 2005-09-07 17:30:56 UTC |
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2005-10-05 01:05:31 | ill haven |
comfortably*
surface*
loathe*
controlled*
not burst*
that's* only your
VERY APPLICABLE
I LIKE IT. |