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life is just a maze a puzzle like the living we grow like trees but are the trees giving we grow tall teeth like leaves fall blood red like a meatball just like the leaves off a tree in fall some are straight up like skeeball some are curved and different we want to be above like a seagull and yet we're so insistent on bringing others down like "I'M SIGNIFICANT" my mother told me I was gifted and we're all hypocrites but we can be forgiving but we will never give up this win is not for giving so we lie awake pondering "what are the chances?" life is giving me these questions but I don't know how to answer so we look and it's another game of hide and seek but answers hide like tongue in cheek you'll find out if you just speak up they tell me why are you so quiet? long hair, you must be so defiant and we hate those ******* judgments but we make them too most people are made of glass you can see right through but the answers are condensation you cant see, can you? we make assumptions wanting them to be the truth there'll always be a mystery people ask "what's the point of living?" wait and you'll see answers aren't for giving
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
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life is just a maze a puzzle like the living we grow like trees but are the trees giving we grow tall teeth like leaves fall blood red like a meatball just like the leaves off a tree in fall some are straight up like skeeball some are curved and different we want to be above like a seagull and yet we're so insistent on bringing others down like "I'M SIGNIFICANT" my mother told me I was gifted and we're all hypocrites but we can be forgiving but we will never give up this win is not for giving so we lie awake pondering "what are the chances?" life is giving me these questions but I don't know how to answer so we look and it's another game of hide and seek but answers hide like tongue in cheek you'll find out if you just speak up they tell me why are you so quiet? long hair, you must be so defiant and we hate those ******* judgments but we make them too most people are made of glass you can see right through but the answers are condensation you cant see, can you? we make assumptions wanting them to be the truth there'll always be a mystery people ask "what's the point of living?" wait and you'll see answers aren't for giving
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
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