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Jul 2015
Too many ******* insecurities,
And where there's insecurities,
There is never any safety.

If it hurts it's not the end,
Apparently,
So if it's not the end it's the beginning.
Bam!
The start of eternity.

Some violent thoughts,
And just no words,
Or too many words with no thoughts.
There should be this and that,
More like nothing you'll ever get,
Oh yeah and more nothing of that.

These words will soon drift,
But they won't fit through the sieve.
Mind you,
There's not much for you to chew,
Because this **** likes to vanish,
From the eyes of those who might care.

In a world of too many stares,
I don't think anyone really cares,
Unless it's about themselves.
We all worry about what others perceive,
Blind to the fact we all think the same thing,
So really are people judging us,
Or just judging themselves through those in the way?

Greedy eyes,
Hungry for the unknown prize,
It's too bad that nobody will win.
It's the game of life and risk combined,
The world is our board,
And we are the character pieces.
No more, no less.
Too much more.
Too much less.
Chloe's Not An Angel
Written by
Chloe's Not An Angel  23/F/UK
(23/F/UK)   
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     Ryan Hoysan
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