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And here i am again Because the messes Of "men" Or people just in general. Making me feel Less than Small. For a good time Gimme a call. But not enough In the long run. There is no end game There is no such thing As Soul on soul. There is no Taking care There is no Getting wrinkles And growing old. Trust is non existent In this generation. And love Has become a Foreign concept. Speak in tongues Of silence When you think youre Too much Just shut the **** up! Halt! Dont go there! Dont let them see How fragile You really are. Questions Come With consequence. God forbid You Say "too much" "Too soon" Too ******* In depth. Deep diving In to prisms And prisons Four walls Confining. When all you Need Is someone To Confide in. I cant keep sky diving Without a parachute Free falling To my death.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
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And here i am again Because the messes Of "men" Or people just in general. Making me feel Less than Small. For a good time Gimme a call. But not enough In the long run. There is no end game There is no such thing As Soul on soul. There is no Taking care There is no Getting wrinkles And growing old. Trust is non existent In this generation. And love Has become a Foreign concept. Speak in tongues Of silence When you think youre Too much Just shut the **** up! Halt! Dont go there! Dont let them see How fragile You really are. Questions Come With consequence. God forbid You Say "too much" "Too soon" Too ******* In depth. Deep diving In to prisms And prisons Four walls Confining. When all you Need Is someone To Confide in. I cant keep sky diving Without a parachute Free falling To my death.
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
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