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Apathy

Strangling

Crushing

Wasting

Words struggle to define

The state I find myself in time after time

 

Weights of worlds hold my actions

Tethered to my primal reactions

 

Seeking pleasure

Forgoing pain

All a part of a fickle game

 

Chances wasted

Opportunities dwindle

 

Necessary discomfort cast away

Like a crown of thorns blocking my way

 

I fight myself

a losing battle

I hear my aspirations death rattle

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Jan 2, 2011
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