LastWhat hope do I have of creating? With all of my time spent waiting. In a constant debate over me. Hiding away in position to flee. Is this the image I imagined to be? A sliver out of distance, Completely ignorant to change my stance. Burning away without bothering a second glance.Last
Maybe I need a new set of eyes? Maybe I need a new set of lies? Maybe I need to feel my mother’s cries?
Is there something I am passing? I control all the crashing. Obviously not lasting. I must discover my unknown. Or the unbearable pain will grow within the bone
ScaredWhat am I scared of? Everything is within not below or above.Scared
Why must I be forced? Already knowing the course.
Who is behind my eyes? I am the one telling lies.
When will I take the footstep? Never letting go of something kept.
Where am I? Acting satisfied enough to die.
In order to complete, I must act now to finish the feat.
SpiritWhat happens with no emotion? Sinking with the erosion, Prone to explosion.Spirit
Have I not the power to go on? Hatred singing the best song, Carrying me forever along.
Imagine absolute loneliness. What kind of feeling is this? Seek out another to discover existence.
I have to stick to good, As another would, Even knowing a vast never could.
If only that simple, Faking signs that of a cripple, Remember to not be at all little.
FailAs I stare down my path of many, Is it possible I fail to choose? That I was destined to start and lose? To not merge with what is around, Never fully understanding my inner sound. Feeling but not doing what is right, Settled my safety without fight. Unwilling to look past and change, Familiar land which is different and strange.Fail
I must comfort with others, I am not alone everyone is my brother. Realizing this is the key, Rising up against all odds to achieve. For the many pleasures I must sort wisely, Before all of this binds me.
thanks for making up my day
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Be who you are and say what you feel
because those who mind dont matter
and those who matter dont mind.
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[OhTheBoysASlag]
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"Every Second Is Brand New"
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[OhTheBoysASlag]
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~...I wish my dream was real..
and the reality-just a dream...~
P.S. I know absolutely NOTHING about cars other than how to drive, and where to put the gas
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Wasteland Leatherwork:
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nope.
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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