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stories and stuff and poems and stuff....so much in my mind i need to post here more...maybe youll see some soon

It was friday and i had a horrible headache. thank god this day was almost over, i could barely see straight. and it hurt to listen to laughter that flowed over my cube's wall from somewhere in the department. as i sat in anticipation for that time keeper to reach 4:30 i reluctantly put the final touches on my assignment for the day. god my head fucking hurt. every second seemed like an hour....what?!?! did that fucking clock just go backwards? god i gotta go home......finally my relief comes and as i walk out the doors of my labor intensive prison, the sun hits my eyes, causing my painful headache only get worse. at this point i can hardly think straight, let alone see. in a struggled effort to get to the shelter of my car. i get turned around and find myself walking a little bit further thab=n i remember having to earier when i arrived at work. suddenly as if columbus was correct, i came to the end of the earth. the security of the ground dissappeared from beneath my feet and down i fell. it felt like forever, with every roll my head smacked against the ground enraging my already crippling headache, over and over like a slinky, yet not as graceful or as much fun.i dont know how long i fell for...i must have blacked out or something. cause theres a point in there where i just remember running along side a dog in a big open field, when suddenly the dog just fell through the ground and let out the worse howl i have ever heard. thats when i woke up and found my self on my back in about an inch of murky water. god how disgusting. i had to peel 2 leaches off my arms.
it was dark now. i was bleeding from my forehead, and nose and i think i broke a goddamn rib. Well, at least my headache was gone.

As the lights dim down and the people leave the room
i realize that this is the last for me and you
I reach out for one last change
I grab on to you for one last dance

If it lasts forever
its not long enough
every lonesome road
i walk is so rough
why can we walk it
hand in hand
jump off the end
and see where we land

bite my lip god it stings
water logged daytime dreams
ruin everything

i dont understand this boys life thing
i try so hard when i sing
out to you so far away
i gotta get out of this city
every fresh start has a new end
i just don't know where to begin
i look back upon those days
when nothing ever seems the same

im sick of the lies that are spun
cotton candy twine around my tounge
sweet yet bitter pierce the skin
again i dont know where to begin

every one seems to have hurt feelings...noone seems to happy with the way things have gone for them recently....what is the point of all this if all it gives us is a little heart ache?

everytime some one opens their heart like a door to a lost puppy...that poor thing goes rabid and lunges at their throat. again taking a piece of that person and bringing me back to my question......"what is the point to all this?"