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Who do I turn to, when I am the only one around? Parted ways, with society, I wonder why I continue to breathe. What is my reason if the seasons pass me by? a blur moving slowly, remind me, Of the faults, I’ve created … … almost leads me to temptation, the one promise I’m barely containing; What’s the point in looking forward to a brand new day? Unable to profess without judgment, I have no other choice, but to lock my heart in my chest. It’s clear: Implicating the burdens tackled and experienced is entirely my fault. Conclusion leading to guessing that is right: I deserve this. Years and years of mistakes, I remain the unchanged. Old friends, departing to another place ...I miss the old days. I can’t bring it back. nothing really stays the same I am closer to forgetting almost letting, my conscious get the best of me. Today, it has led me to Reminiscing. Tomorrow, it will lead me to a deluge of cold-blooded thoughts. The next, back to dreading Wishing I could simply Pass on. Never have I felt… Lonely.
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
Lonely
Who do I turn to, when I am the only one around? Parted ways, with society, I wonder why I continue to breathe. What is my reason if the seasons pass me by? a blur moving slowly, remind me, Of the faults, I’ve created … … almost leads me to temptation, the one promise I’m barely containing; What’s the point in looking forward to a brand new day? Unable to profess without judgment, I have no other choice, but to lock my heart in my chest. It’s clear: Implicating the burdens tackled and experienced is entirely my fault. Conclusion leading to guessing that is right: I deserve this. Years and years of mistakes, I remain the unchanged. Old friends, departing to another place ...I miss the old days. I can’t bring it back. nothing really stays the same I am closer to forgetting almost letting, my conscious get the best of me. Today, it has led me to Reminiscing. Tomorrow, it will lead me to a deluge of cold-blooded thoughts. The next, back to dreading Wishing I could simply Pass on. Never have I felt… Lonely.
joshua-phelps
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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