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Words are only temporary comfort in this game of life Inevitably disappointing people for centuries So spare me of your indecisive nature I've no need for vague interactions no urgency to ponder the possibility of love This soul is free of uncertainty Free of vulnerability, obligation, pain Time surely is the syringe of life constantly injecting insight into my universe with grace Creating tolerance and understanding But never denying me of my independence I wasn't manifested to run from my problems Merely molded to coexist wildly wielding imperfection leave this modest mare to her enclosed meadow You stallion are much too wild and free to remain captive I'll not be held responsible for taming your soul If you wander coherently into my territory I'll insist fate takes charge But might I remain graciously instinctive and resistant to faulty desires I will not fear love, instability, my mind, or temporary comfort Nor will I fall victim to temporary confort, my mind, instability, or love
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
temporary comfort
Words are only temporary comfort in this game of life Inevitably disappointing people for centuries So spare me of your indecisive nature I've no need for vague interactions no urgency to ponder the possibility of love This soul is free of uncertainty Free of vulnerability, obligation, pain Time surely is the syringe of life constantly injecting insight into my universe with grace Creating tolerance and understanding But never denying me of my independence I wasn't manifested to run from my problems Merely molded to coexist wildly wielding imperfection leave this modest mare to her enclosed meadow You stallion are much too wild and free to remain captive I'll not be held responsible for taming your soul If you wander coherently into my territory I'll insist fate takes charge But might I remain graciously instinctive and resistant to faulty desires I will not fear love, instability, my mind, or temporary comfort Nor will I fall victim to temporary confort, my mind, instability, or love
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
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