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Tahlia Hilton


Tahlia Hilton

Tahlia Hilton, 10 december 2011

Slaughterhood





Never seen the light
Never seen the night
The pigs, kept in the dark
Tiny cages
eating whatever crap
They’re fed
Waiting for nothing
Struggling to survive

A stranger grabs one of them
Pokes the stomach
Drags him squealing away

The placid creature
Hypnotized by the stun
The (... więcej)


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Tahlia Hilton

Tahlia Hilton, 10 december 2011

The Release

I cut my wrists once before
The blade, felt soothing, and the worries, and heartache washed away with the blood
I am stuck, everything that means anything to me has gone
I have nowhere to go, and no one to turn to
Resisting the urge to do that again
The relief is something I desire so much
But (... więcej)


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Tahlia Hilton

Tahlia Hilton, 10 december 2011

What is Normal?

How is it, in a crowded room of people? I feel so alone. It’s like being in the brightest room… and yet, still blindly searching for a light switch. The switch that only I can see and be affected by, as everyone else can plainly see there is no need for another light. Still, I feel like I am (... więcej)


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