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It's like a roller coaster This thing called life It's raining outside from the dark yawning sky The yellow streetlamps are all that makes the drops visible So it looks like the lamps are raining Light My heel bone can be felt through My skin People shudder at my face but Sadness isn't a sin It's more of a thought experiment A chance to learn When everything is hinged and Yellow - Black tinged You realize you have changed so And what you thought you would never be You have suddenly become Too many cliched words rhyme with 'see' Like be Me Key Tree Journey Free No white Is as white As a memory of whiteness And so the search for The deep darkness of a dream Is a fool's chore I think someone once said Every choice is an open door
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:55 AM UTC
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It's like a roller coaster This thing called life It's raining outside from the dark yawning sky The yellow streetlamps are all that makes the drops visible So it looks like the lamps are raining Light My heel bone can be felt through My skin People shudder at my face but Sadness isn't a sin It's more of a thought experiment A chance to learn When everything is hinged and Yellow - Black tinged You realize you have changed so And what you thought you would never be You have suddenly become Too many cliched words rhyme with 'see' Like be Me Key Tree Journey Free No white Is as white As a memory of whiteness And so the search for The deep darkness of a dream Is a fool's chore I think someone once said Every choice is an open door
What? Where did this come from? I just found this in my email archive.
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:55 AM UTC
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