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just a few more moments with I and I, just a few more bounds, the world really isn't about me at the end of the day, no, the world functions as a system, where there is pull and push but at the end a ravine, stuck and unstuck out of time, the perception, from the highest points and the lowest, girls, men, women, things, animals, eating up their own souls for the cold dip into the lake, we try our best to communicate, but voices are chordless under ice, we do what we can to make it better, a bit more kindness, just a bit sweeter, I'd like to slow down the right type of distraction, any distraction, conversation, another....interpretation another book, tell me should should should or hear or hear or feel another way, another outlook, another ending my restless bones bound for ****** for mud, for roller coaster, for high, octane fury, some sort of a blazing high lighter fluid disaster, tossed into the fire, and imploded in seconds, check to make sure there are no parents the principles that brought me thought at one point now churn in uncontrollable dynamic I'm not sure if there's any going back at this point...
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
Trying to calm down
just a few more moments with I and I, just a few more bounds, the world really isn't about me at the end of the day, no, the world functions as a system, where there is pull and push but at the end a ravine, stuck and unstuck out of time, the perception, from the highest points and the lowest, girls, men, women, things, animals, eating up their own souls for the cold dip into the lake, we try our best to communicate, but voices are chordless under ice, we do what we can to make it better, a bit more kindness, just a bit sweeter, I'd like to slow down the right type of distraction, any distraction, conversation, another....interpretation another book, tell me should should should or hear or hear or feel another way, another outlook, another ending my restless bones bound for ****** for mud, for roller coaster, for high, octane fury, some sort of a blazing high lighter fluid disaster, tossed into the fire, and imploded in seconds, check to make sure there are no parents the principles that brought me thought at one point now churn in uncontrollable dynamic I'm not sure if there's any going back at this point...
Seanzy
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
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