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Is it possible to be a self within a self? When we whisper the over-used notion, "I would never do that." Is that merely the hidden internal us responding in fear in vulnerability in sacredness, holding onto the hope that no, we would never do that? I would never flee down coast line to coast line abandoning all recklessly I would never own a worthy boyish love holding it ransom, giving not even a speck of pink back selfishly I would never cloud ridicule over the individuals that love me and wreak grey havoc on their hearts so haughtily I would never obsess over material adornment and superficial success vapidly Hoping to control others with one look, one unreachable charm I would never look like a Barbie doll queen Platinum blonde hair Golden olive skin Perfect figure what a cliché what a ******* conformist I would never lick up liquor like a dogged lush tarring the black of the night so pathetic I would never weep in the shower because of the way someone loved me too much I would never have a disgusting want to be left lonely So degrading I would never let the world turn me I would never.
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Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC
I would never.
Is it possible to be a self within a self? When we whisper the over-used notion, "I would never do that." Is that merely the hidden internal us responding in fear in vulnerability in sacredness, holding onto the hope that no, we would never do that? I would never flee down coast line to coast line abandoning all recklessly I would never own a worthy boyish love holding it ransom, giving not even a speck of pink back selfishly I would never cloud ridicule over the individuals that love me and wreak grey havoc on their hearts so haughtily I would never obsess over material adornment and superficial success vapidly Hoping to control others with one look, one unreachable charm I would never look like a Barbie doll queen Platinum blonde hair Golden olive skin Perfect figure what a cliché what a ******* conformist I would never lick up liquor like a dogged lush tarring the black of the night so pathetic I would never weep in the shower because of the way someone loved me too much I would never have a disgusting want to be left lonely So degrading I would never let the world turn me I would never.
Writings of a hypocrite.
lucanna
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lucanna
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC
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