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He plays himself With a mask like soaked clay And faux tears on-command, All you can do to cope with the hindsight Is to say you were brave for sticking with it When you weren't brave enough for the alternative, Voice like a whisky-croak and words that Ring of sweet nothings but really mean nothing at all. Blood on the carpet. Never coming off And never failing to remind you of what you did and didn't do wrong. You figured you'd make boredom into something Less important but the meaning of any philosophy Is dependant on the day and the weight of the past it carries-- **** it Bassline stranded on the boderline, that is to say Stuck and unfixable. That's part of growing, right? Dealing with it and moving on, forming a character From a tortuous pantomine; doing the impossible in Ameliorating light strictly with the tools given to you by the dark room you were raised in. Rise or sink. It was out of your hands, your actions moving forward Is all that has to matter now. Just hold on until tomorrow.
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
Troubled mind begets regrettable actions
He plays himself With a mask like soaked clay And faux tears on-command, All you can do to cope with the hindsight Is to say you were brave for sticking with it When you weren't brave enough for the alternative, Voice like a whisky-croak and words that Ring of sweet nothings but really mean nothing at all. Blood on the carpet. Never coming off And never failing to remind you of what you did and didn't do wrong. You figured you'd make boredom into something Less important but the meaning of any philosophy Is dependant on the day and the weight of the past it carries-- **** it Bassline stranded on the boderline, that is to say Stuck and unfixable. That's part of growing, right? Dealing with it and moving on, forming a character From a tortuous pantomine; doing the impossible in Ameliorating light strictly with the tools given to you by the dark room you were raised in. Rise or sink. It was out of your hands, your actions moving forward Is all that has to matter now. Just hold on until tomorrow.
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
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