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Just another nightmare that's what I tell myself dark the clouds, screaming loud un-examined shelves I'll never blame another I'm what has brought me here mother, father, brother no cure, and yet, no fear It wrenches like a dishcloth overused and out of date feeling abused and full of wroth no, this can't be fate Silent and confused beyond the abyss, the edge feeling broken and over used slipping from the ledge No blame outside the circle my influence not that great just a fool, too simple sans any key, that opens any gate
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
Self deluded
Just another nightmare that's what I tell myself dark the clouds, screaming loud un-examined shelves I'll never blame another I'm what has brought me here mother, father, brother no cure, and yet, no fear It wrenches like a dishcloth overused and out of date feeling abused and full of wroth no, this can't be fate Silent and confused beyond the abyss, the edge feeling broken and over used slipping from the ledge No blame outside the circle my influence not that great just a fool, too simple sans any key, that opens any gate
Ever notice the more you talk, the less you're heard?
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
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