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Should you follow footsteps walked in blackouts? Age bring wisdom to some. To some it brings concrete to set them in their ways and it weighs them down to younger days. Rage forms little more than a fist, a tight grip that holds. It unfolds under the eyelids; that's where he hides it. In control of a beast that should've been tamed or destroyed. I saw prints in the debris of adolescence and followed in an immature suit. Eventually this led me into the night docile, hostile and not always an honest smile. An enemy that's almost like a brother to me preys on my frailties, daily. But if words form ***** then I am the four walls. Why does it sometimes feel like I'm the role model?
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Role Model
Should you follow footsteps walked in blackouts? Age bring wisdom to some. To some it brings concrete to set them in their ways and it weighs them down to younger days. Rage forms little more than a fist, a tight grip that holds. It unfolds under the eyelids; that's where he hides it. In control of a beast that should've been tamed or destroyed. I saw prints in the debris of adolescence and followed in an immature suit. Eventually this led me into the night docile, hostile and not always an honest smile. An enemy that's almost like a brother to me preys on my frailties, daily. But if words form ***** then I am the four walls. Why does it sometimes feel like I'm the role model?
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
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