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Some people lead halcyon lives They tend to speak with soft, quiet voices And enjoy watching clouds go by in the skies They desire making small, inconsequential choices They watch the world whirl around then with awe-filled eyes Others are the polar opposite, Living their lives with temerity. They prefer to never rest and sit. They carry out decisions boldly Their mentalities are filled with sass, Causing other personalities to clash. The fortunate ones have tutelage, Knowing how to act civilized and polite. But being able to justify the savage They have sense to avoid a fight But I, I am what they call a mess, Unlike the peaceful ones, or those with boldness The way I think is seen as madness My opinion is not one that I scream, I'm just avoiding the scene I'm merely an anathema, With a queer persona I see what others do not, That's the only difference I've got. For I am philistine, Shunned by the others, it seems.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
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Some people lead halcyon lives They tend to speak with soft, quiet voices And enjoy watching clouds go by in the skies They desire making small, inconsequential choices They watch the world whirl around then with awe-filled eyes Others are the polar opposite, Living their lives with temerity. They prefer to never rest and sit. They carry out decisions boldly Their mentalities are filled with sass, Causing other personalities to clash. The fortunate ones have tutelage, Knowing how to act civilized and polite. But being able to justify the savage They have sense to avoid a fight But I, I am what they call a mess, Unlike the peaceful ones, or those with boldness The way I think is seen as madness My opinion is not one that I scream, I'm just avoiding the scene I'm merely an anathema, With a queer persona I see what others do not, That's the only difference I've got. For I am philistine, Shunned by the others, it seems.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
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