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Monsoon morning glow, glinting off another dying ditch Littering, barely twitching instrument of compact destruction. Noticeably different, near juxtaposed against the back light. Noticeably strained, a coming age relegated to natural composition It's hard to hold, memory, fragile fleeting Slipped from its hold so easily, another piece shattering as it falls. Repetition breeding more empathy than I can continually malign. Forceful premonitions, until the choice to deny is taken from me. All my thoughts, premeditated, actions, all deliberate The illusion of choice shattered before me, as I take up my ill gotten arms. Bolster myself with courage I no longer deserve. And I get scared about just having to wake up sometimes.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
My love life is a catch 22
Monsoon morning glow, glinting off another dying ditch Littering, barely twitching instrument of compact destruction. Noticeably different, near juxtaposed against the back light. Noticeably strained, a coming age relegated to natural composition It's hard to hold, memory, fragile fleeting Slipped from its hold so easily, another piece shattering as it falls. Repetition breeding more empathy than I can continually malign. Forceful premonitions, until the choice to deny is taken from me. All my thoughts, premeditated, actions, all deliberate The illusion of choice shattered before me, as I take up my ill gotten arms. Bolster myself with courage I no longer deserve. And I get scared about just having to wake up sometimes.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
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