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Nov 2018
I need a way to escape from this condition
I try to be an optimist,
every day I meet resistance
The Borderline declined
Greet The pessimist existence
They argue back and forth
Let the realist listen

I need a break from this mind state,
This Never ending debate.
Twenty-five years they've been arguing straight.
The black and white of my hemispheres
Are mixing their shade.
This battle back and forth has me blending to gray.
First, it was fun like playing a game.
Breaking down the meaning,
Finding lines between what they say.
I'd sit and listen for hours; I'd do this every day.
Now there's no new meaning, and I don't want to play!
When those wheels in your head don't stop turning
Written by
lowkeymorns
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