Thisstuffthisstuff - .

weak but still standing.

all the words that flow through me, never ending verbal sea. none of which amount to anything... not near what I think they mean. All these thoughts Above me circling. pondering if, and what if there was... some meaning? What could it be. What will this bring? wounds in mending. shaping me. Tear it down, now build it up. break my heart but you cant break me. no matter how close you think I seem.

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thisstuffthisstuff

10 years ago

I am the living remnant of myself.

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10 years ago

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thisstuffthisstuff

10 years ago

I am an artist.

I only have one piece. it has no price. it encompasses the entire gamut of emotion. The closer you get, the more you understand its meaning. it can not be recreated or duplicated. I am this piece.

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11 years ago

by ShawnCoss

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thisstuffthisstuff

10 years ago

do you remember all the places we talked about?

they were all just dreams.

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10 years ago

something is missing.

I looked in the mirror today. There was a stranger standing there, with familiar bone structure. I almost recognized him. He waved. He didnt say whether it was a hello or good bye. I wasnt sure. He wouldnt make eye contact, though I was looking right at him. I dont think he was from around here. He felt as though he belonged to another galaxy. There was nothing I could do. I turned… and walked away. No matter where you go, you take yourself with you. and I closed the door. and no one has heard from me since.