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who said that i wasnt right? ive lived for years without a life. dont have a soul on my side, still ridiculed, despite how hard that i have tried. dont take me under your wing. i dont need a hand, dont need anything. ive got a roof over my head, as if id rather be alone with me instead. close yet far, drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are, and ill tip my hat to those who cant believe its me, though i never, never never ever wanted this to be. i can hear the sounds of the city, sunrise and set are the same to me. a hesitating pulse is good company, my reflection offers no apologies. who said that i wasnt right, ive lived for years without a life, dont have a soul on my side. still ridiculed, despite how hard that i have tried. close yet far, drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are. and ill tip my hat to those who cant believe its me, though i never never never ever wanted this to be.
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camp kill yourself
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don't go stealin' our shit, marble man
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never said it was mine bud
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jinx
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*le sigh*
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sarpedon
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Wonder
Subtle depression, not serious
Seeing images, realizations
I should have had long ago
Peaceful wander,
And subtle sounds pierce the night
Letting go, when this close
Is always difficult to do,
I've done this so many times before
All seemingly for the same reasons
Like clockwork, the event transpires;
Without my foreknowledge,
The crash hits hard, and bowls me over
Shards scattered to the sides
I want to pick up the pieces,
Rerack the pins for another try
It will take time,
Surely it will take time,
And I don't know that one more chance
Will make anything different.
I'm pitted against an expert bowler
Who knows no sense of mercy.
I should have seen it coming
Seen the sphere rolling, turning, and
Spinning its way toward me.
But blind I am to the boulder;
It has deceived me, as I stare,
Hoping that it will slide to the side
And pass me by just this time.
Let my fears slide away, Lord
I'm going to do the right thing
And pick up after myself,
The pins will be reset in due time
And life will clear
All this will be forgotten:
A new bowler is up,
And I don't know her intentions
I have not yet seen her face
But this time, I hope to place
My pins steadfast and strong;
And even if I'm probably wrong,
Without hope, all is lost.
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what's it to you?
who
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