

Identitystaring in a yellowed mirror while melancholy tunes in the next room over tug at the threadsIdentity
of your conscious.
staring into your own muddled brown eyes; you're hesitant
to put together pieces of self discovery, waiting to realize some long hidden truth.
not able to fathom what and who you truly are after years and years of searching.
you're tired
after the long journey, wearing at your vulnerability.
so you just stand. planted. in place. staring at the st


Curtainless WindowsI hate curtainless windows.Curtainless Windows
Whenever the glass is bare, I feel if I should look from my distractions I'd find him there, behind that transparent barrier, leering into my not-so-secret world.
I hate curtainless windows. In every crack between the blinds, I feel I may glance outside and see his figure,
silhoutted against the streetlights in the rainsoaked night.
I hate curtainless windows.
But sometimes, even within the safety of my curtains, I feel no privacy.
In every word I write, he hide
Adieu...
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"i embraced the summer dawn."
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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Showna was here.
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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Best-Of-K-A-M-ERA-Photography-2009-Gallery
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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Best-Of-K-A-M-ERA-Photography-2009-Gallery
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"He who makes a beast of himself get rid of the pain of being a man "
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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