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I give up Not from the essences that overpower me But through the power of my essence The closeness of my distance At arm's length but with the touch of my fingertips Celebrating the wake Lamenting the birth Bittersweetness Lingering odors of love Shimmering darkness through poignant light Songs of terror Howls of joy I give up Not from the whispers of the night But with the deafening of silence As I jump through those hoops Your disappointed stare My blissful ignorance I struggle against your expectations But no more My peace is my own And I own it fully No more will I try for you I will not try to live down to your lofty descent I reside on my mountaintop My fortress of solitude I scowl derisively at the rest of you I cannot be saved So give it up.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
Give it up
I give up Not from the essences that overpower me But through the power of my essence The closeness of my distance At arm's length but with the touch of my fingertips Celebrating the wake Lamenting the birth Bittersweetness Lingering odors of love Shimmering darkness through poignant light Songs of terror Howls of joy I give up Not from the whispers of the night But with the deafening of silence As I jump through those hoops Your disappointed stare My blissful ignorance I struggle against your expectations But no more My peace is my own And I own it fully No more will I try for you I will not try to live down to your lofty descent I reside on my mountaintop My fortress of solitude I scowl derisively at the rest of you I cannot be saved So give it up.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
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