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Friday, October 10, 2008'♥

// sanitary pads. //

i had a panic attack last night. i cant put to words why and how it was triggered. the whole world just stood still as it was,leaving me spun around his blurring room of fabricated and real obligations,deadlines, and issues. it felt as if the wall was drowning my voice for he just sat there staring into his screen, indifferent to how loud i was really screaming in the inside.

it was an inexplicable fear, fear of losing control of my own sentient being.my mouth was dry but i could distinctly hear the incessant droning of what i had to do, what i shouldnt have done, the consequences.

it almost felt like forever.
till somewhere somehow, i felt a strong grasp,a man's firm hold and hug.

"it's okaye, my parents are not going to think other wise of you.you havent misplaced their trust.they wont think you are stealing."

i left my sanitary pad wrapper on their bed that morning.

11:06 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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