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I held in vain The hope that you'd change And stop making me feel Like I'm doing something wrong In future, will, tended to how it ends, etched into the slate Ground straight through our skin from birth, what we choose to replicate Pointless as a new endeavor, still, another sick debate Debased all sense of decency, enough to incriminate Hopeless days Keep passing by Complete and vacant Yet I still try Arguably, far too jaded for this measure of reality Wrested from our nestled coffins, directly into sleep Fleeting things, though labeled clearly, time will never tell Entrancing, some formality, a sliver of repetition is But I stayed The same For all this time In the hopes You'd see me off Still, crawling to the overture, slight against the weak Long, death still operates, each future growing bleak Shrouded heart of all uncertainty, for myths, voluminous Captive, my apotheosis, in a metric of release At the end I still respect The autonomy, I can see you smile So go ahead I won't keep you waiting
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:44 AM UTC
Autonomy
I held in vain The hope that you'd change And stop making me feel Like I'm doing something wrong In future, will, tended to how it ends, etched into the slate Ground straight through our skin from birth, what we choose to replicate Pointless as a new endeavor, still, another sick debate Debased all sense of decency, enough to incriminate Hopeless days Keep passing by Complete and vacant Yet I still try Arguably, far too jaded for this measure of reality Wrested from our nestled coffins, directly into sleep Fleeting things, though labeled clearly, time will never tell Entrancing, some formality, a sliver of repetition is But I stayed The same For all this time In the hopes You'd see me off Still, crawling to the overture, slight against the weak Long, death still operates, each future growing bleak Shrouded heart of all uncertainty, for myths, voluminous Captive, my apotheosis, in a metric of release At the end I still respect The autonomy, I can see you smile So go ahead I won't keep you waiting
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#death#cant#seem#to#come#soon#enough#help#me#die
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 4:44 AM UTC
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