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Everything is talking to me and I need it to shut up. Cut up the seams of my reality and strip off the clothes to naked normality. My mentality is beaten by my morality. For life, in seconds close to finality, makes us strive toward normality. Forced behaviours- just another generality. Don’t put me in a box! the walls will start talking to me. Shouting at me, spilling drivel filling the level all around me. I’ll drown its words. My last words will be heard ringing- "This is not what I deserved”. Im just a nerve trapped in this society. Cant keep to sobriety without the anxiety creeping quietly form silently to violently in matter of seconds defiantly.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
The Unstructured Talks
Everything is talking to me and I need it to shut up. Cut up the seams of my reality and strip off the clothes to naked normality. My mentality is beaten by my morality. For life, in seconds close to finality, makes us strive toward normality. Forced behaviours- just another generality. Don’t put me in a box! the walls will start talking to me. Shouting at me, spilling drivel filling the level all around me. I’ll drown its words. My last words will be heard ringing- "This is not what I deserved”. Im just a nerve trapped in this society. Cant keep to sobriety without the anxiety creeping quietly form silently to violently in matter of seconds defiantly.
Its not nice to place a box around someone
c-j-baxter
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
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