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05-02-04, 07:22 PM
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Psychiatric Evaluation
IP:
**I enter Dr. Taylor's office, nervously taking my seat in his leather-brown arm-chair.**
Dr. Taylor: "Well, I didn't expect to see you until next week. ..................So tell me what troubles you, why did you want to speak?" **I start talking, almost in a stream of consciousness.** Exactly what key is death in, the moment my breath..- Ends its cadence, and regret is the only thing left..- Leaving a deafening, silence for contemplation..- I've spent a lifetime struggling, but where's my compensation..- Save for, a face scarred by personal blemishes..- Penitence saved for, the grateful souls of the privileged..- A lost resemblance, the un-dead has no reflection..- With the pollution I cast, I can pass no inspection..- I feel like an extra, cast in my own cinema..- Watching a stranger playing the role I invented..- It's perfectly fitted, so why am I necessary..- Why, am I stressed over this when the rest is very..- Readily apparent, I wake up steady and coherent..- Wondering if my people's were ready to be my parents..- I mean, at age 7 my world was gutted and corrupted..- Pure water was lead laden, that rat shouldn't have touched it..- So my voice grew smaller, because no one could be trusted..- Promiscuity grew through me, it's where all my love went..- Mothafuck the world man, I'm sick of living this life..- I've pushed everyone away so I can sit here and die..- The edge of existence, crumbling away like stale bread..- Falling away by the piece, then stepped on by the unaware..- My blunders are blatant, they're the cause but who can say..- With my back to my past, it recurs like boomerang..- Dr. Taylor: "Well, N-Sight...talk about boomerangs." Dayum...no help. |
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