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Bullshit and Nonsense

Did you know, Cigarettes taste like instant coffee, The kind I drink at night, When the dark keeps me awake. And poetry feels like salvation, Specially when it doesn't rhyme. That headaches are the best thing that can happen to you, When you're awake. And sleep is a just a lie life tells you. But you believe it, Because it's the best fucking lie you'll ever hear.
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Written by
ishani-pant
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Published
May 6, 2014
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I used to believe in only the things which made sense,

but beauty doesn't lie in the eyes of the beholder,

It lies in it's extraction from the bullshit.

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#lies#sleep#bullshit#beauty#poems#nothing#morals#nonsense
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