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If I could take the parts, you know, the bits that don't really matter one by one, moment by moment, and push them off a cliff to a place that collects such worthless clutter The mistakes I have made, the thoughts that shouldn't follow on through but do those past revelations, such stories of wondrous lies and the times I should just have just poopooed We live a life that is never in the here and the now The mundane taking over, every work hour a taste so sour To look and to basically be your best, those wrinkles showing old age, an advert on your brow We'd like to shove all these inacuracies and self loathing on a one way trip to hell but its a part of the human being that grounds us all, a one time life in this corruptible shell So to take away those parts that make us so inaccurate would be a boring life with no ups or downs as we all like a few quid on an unsafe bet those niggles, such talk that is utter drivel, all to be placed in a room with a designated shelf Not a chance, its a part of our lives, for who would ever want to have, A Divorce From One's Self JJB
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
A Divorce From One's Self
If I could take the parts, you know, the bits that don't really matter one by one, moment by moment, and push them off a cliff to a place that collects such worthless clutter The mistakes I have made, the thoughts that shouldn't follow on through but do those past revelations, such stories of wondrous lies and the times I should just have just poopooed We live a life that is never in the here and the now The mundane taking over, every work hour a taste so sour To look and to basically be your best, those wrinkles showing old age, an advert on your brow We'd like to shove all these inacuracies and self loathing on a one way trip to hell but its a part of the human being that grounds us all, a one time life in this corruptible shell So to take away those parts that make us so inaccurate would be a boring life with no ups or downs as we all like a few quid on an unsafe bet those niggles, such talk that is utter drivel, all to be placed in a room with a designated shelf Not a chance, its a part of our lives, for who would ever want to have, A Divorce From One's Self JJB
“The bird dares to break the shell, then the shell breaks open and the bird can fly openly. This is the simplest principle of success. You dream, you dare and and you fly.” ― Israelmore Ayivor “I think there's a secret part of me that would like to drop my entire life off a cliff and watch it break into a million pieces” ― Suzanne Morrison
john-bartholomew
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
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