I'm ActualI write words that string together into sentences; these make grammatical sense. But to me, these are nothing. There is no feeling in a few words strung together into a sentence. Meaningful and heartfelt sentences are formulated in a hasty rush. Scrawled onto paper napkins or onto well-worn notebooks poisoned with coffee mug stains and salty tears, enough wet to fill a thousand tea cups.I'm Actual
I am a writer who does not write. Go figure. I feel like time wasted is time spent without a pen in my hand. I am a full-time experience technician. But I am
Layers....Why do I have to feel this way? I pleaded, tell me no lies I cared for you, I even came close to believing, maybe, I loved you, yet luckily for me, I smelt you out, but you led me along when I believed in you, in us as you fed me bullshit and lies didn't you think twice?? I know now, you don't care but the realisation of this truth well, it hurts. You wanted to help, you asked, I gave you my trust and I'm cold, although, I'm still wearing many layers. So now, I'll remove each layer. One, for the trust I found within, and gave to you, &nLayers....
ParlorDo not be foolhardy You can be caught The web this spider spins Traps more than is thought A game of cat'n'mouse Not as simple as is said The act of the kill Leaves you more than dead Your mind goes numb Taking very little in What was thought as right Is now a mortal sin This spider spins its web silky strands laced with lies Turning right into wrong And loud people shy This spider anticipates Little fight of its victims Chosen very carefully They hold no fear of him This spider is not ordinary It fills you with self dParlor
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