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Stuck to the wall with a pirate cringe, positivity illegal as sin good vibes that almost hurt like a wife-beater's undershirt Tough to clean, hard to keep even when the ground is getting steep going up They say it doesn't slam, gives you chance it lays the land ahead But I find the blue skies like to turn scarlet and slip faithless from my wake It's all me, all me driving a stake through every chance I get At regaining decorum-- which is hard to keep, tough to clean after a massacre, a true disaster The lawful bickers of a girl curling in disgust because... Because positivity feels counter-productive Not to mention a little too... Seductive. These words are brought to you by a petty fit, not a frolick, nor even a moment of in-betweenness-- A damned-darling particulate fire going up I'm a lost soul, fingers cold Stuck to the wall and let out a pirate cringe-- why don't you-- satisfy me with positivity legal as sin Give me those good vibes, make them hurt like a lover's wife's lacy undershirt Nice and clean, hard to keep especially when you're in. Too. Deep. But you're only going up. From. Here.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
Positivity
Stuck to the wall with a pirate cringe, positivity illegal as sin good vibes that almost hurt like a wife-beater's undershirt Tough to clean, hard to keep even when the ground is getting steep going up They say it doesn't slam, gives you chance it lays the land ahead But I find the blue skies like to turn scarlet and slip faithless from my wake It's all me, all me driving a stake through every chance I get At regaining decorum-- which is hard to keep, tough to clean after a massacre, a true disaster The lawful bickers of a girl curling in disgust because... Because positivity feels counter-productive Not to mention a little too... Seductive. These words are brought to you by a petty fit, not a frolick, nor even a moment of in-betweenness-- A damned-darling particulate fire going up I'm a lost soul, fingers cold Stuck to the wall and let out a pirate cringe-- why don't you-- satisfy me with positivity legal as sin Give me those good vibes, make them hurt like a lover's wife's lacy undershirt Nice and clean, hard to keep especially when you're in. Too. Deep. But you're only going up. From. Here.
#sin#optimism#argument#vibes#pessimism
sarah-sad-matcha
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sarah-sad-matcha
26/Cisgender Female
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
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