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    dots Submission Name: In your white plastic chairdots

    Author: taintedsmiles
    Elite Ratio:    3.8 - 64/90/75
    Words: 314
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       I know there are a lot of things that need to be improved...but i will get back to that...please just tell me what you think...it's about feeling depressed even when you shouldn't no matter what...just putting it behind you, and keep going is all that matters...because death...is NOT an option

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    dotsIn your white plastic chairdots

    These strands of hair, waving before me;
    By the fan that's been, set beside me.
    As i sit in my plastic chair...
    Sinking deeper.

    Heat is rushing throught my viens,
    But my fingers are freezing...
    I want something to do,
    Somewhere to go,
    But i just sit here...
    Sinking deeper.

    This lighter, that camera,
    And that stack of cd's;
    These objects that're placed here,
    Are nothing to me.
    As i feel among them...
    Sitting here,
    In this plastic chair.
    Sinking deeper...

    My head is heavy with this,
    And that familar nothing,
    Is setteling again.
    I know i must get passed myself,
    In this.
    But i still,
    A little deeper.

    I am forced to forge,
    A weakend smile.
    A pathetic job,
    That'll only last a,
    little while...
    Walking along the streets at night looking,
    For what,
    i know not...
    But i wake up everyday,
    Just the same,
    Sinking deeper.

    I once thought of freedom,
    As only one solution;
    Now i feel stupid,
    of that.
    Loved ones pass on,
    strangers die too;
    Even if they're of no connection to you,
    You still hurt.
    Because death seems silly,
    When you think of it first.
    Because there was a reason,
    That someone gave birth.
    So live it...
    Just imagine if you died today:
    Constant mourning for the week
    A few months have gone by,
    And no one will speak,
    Of who you were...
    Some will never forget:
    Loving you in their hearts,
    But don't be a fool.
    There's no need for that part.
    For you are just another casuality,
    In this battle of life.
    So it's silly to try, and even,
    Think, of the knife.
    Put it down, lean over and turn on the light.
    Or just sit in a white plastic chair,
    It's alright.
    And accept what you have.
    Even if you,
    Sink deeper.
    And deeper,
    All into the night.

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