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It's like some monster you turn into It doesn't take a full moon Howling No growing claws or nails It's the growing of an ego The changing of the mind The transformation of attitude towards your life Towards anything, really. It's not a loss of control Not a running rampage It's the loss of friends, and respect for the world at large It's the running from problem Chasing impossibilities You grow old, and you grow out of yourself Into a monster. Into what the world made of you
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Weredults
It's like some monster you turn into It doesn't take a full moon Howling No growing claws or nails It's the growing of an ego The changing of the mind The transformation of attitude towards your life Towards anything, really. It's not a loss of control Not a running rampage It's the loss of friends, and respect for the world at large It's the running from problem Chasing impossibilities You grow old, and you grow out of yourself Into a monster. Into what the world made of you
taylor-britne
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
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