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Just coming in and out like a tide. The city constantly yells and drains. When I look up at the sky Crackling power lines aside the shimmering moon. Thinking to myself what am I going to do? Behind walls Locked doors Closed curtains Undercovers. I find myself with me. We're freaking out and we don't what to do. We self soothe & Hang out. But it's all just wrong. We used to kick and punch. So it's better I suppose But that was draining. All I want is sleep now. Is it really the cousin to death? But I have dreams. Day & Night. Some feel good, others bad. But that's kind of like life, I suppose. It seemed so real. What is real? Imagined, was it not? I suppose I really don't know. My existential crisis hops on the canoe. Doesn't matter if you're in the water. The tide comes in & out no matter. It just is.
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Reality is relative
Just coming in and out like a tide. The city constantly yells and drains. When I look up at the sky Crackling power lines aside the shimmering moon. Thinking to myself what am I going to do? Behind walls Locked doors Closed curtains Undercovers. I find myself with me. We're freaking out and we don't what to do. We self soothe & Hang out. But it's all just wrong. We used to kick and punch. So it's better I suppose But that was draining. All I want is sleep now. Is it really the cousin to death? But I have dreams. Day & Night. Some feel good, others bad. But that's kind of like life, I suppose. It seemed so real. What is real? Imagined, was it not? I suppose I really don't know. My existential crisis hops on the canoe. Doesn't matter if you're in the water. The tide comes in & out no matter. It just is.
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
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