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Standing on the razors edge Is eviscerating to the souls If you stand there long enough Eventually you find the architecture on which you stand From the razors edge You can get perspective As I peered into the underworld I saw ambivalence I then turned and peered into the living world I saw the same I stood there a little longer You bleed to feel alive Peered back into the underworld Ambivalence was gone I got a wink, a like That was curious Turned and peered into the living world Another wink, another like I needed to restructure Nonsensical Maybe the universe did give a **** I had not found my bearings I did find my authentic self What I saw was that my stories mattered If I did not restructure my stories I was going to die and life would be meaningless More or less However, if I let my storytelling gene Fully express itself I could make important changes It's a Wonderful Life
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Losing Your Bearings
Standing on the razors edge Is eviscerating to the souls If you stand there long enough Eventually you find the architecture on which you stand From the razors edge You can get perspective As I peered into the underworld I saw ambivalence I then turned and peered into the living world I saw the same I stood there a little longer You bleed to feel alive Peered back into the underworld Ambivalence was gone I got a wink, a like That was curious Turned and peered into the living world Another wink, another like I needed to restructure Nonsensical Maybe the universe did give a **** I had not found my bearings I did find my authentic self What I saw was that my stories mattered If I did not restructure my stories I was going to die and life would be meaningless More or less However, if I let my storytelling gene Fully express itself I could make important changes It's a Wonderful Life
Suicide ain't painless
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
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