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Sep 2014
Washed away by the waves of the vast sea,
I cannot help but to go with it, after all it’s only me.
In this world filled with life, an uncomfortable truth.
We cry in silent desperation, a different kind of youth.

We’re all self-aware, we see you standing there.
Nothing really matters if you never really care.
You want to have your peace, all your security.
You’d stay inside warm, while other people freeze.

So take a look around, what is it you're about?
Do you find you stand for nothing? You’re on falling ground.
So look outside, I dare you to look me in the eye.
Tell me with all your conviction that you’re really right

If hope is for the naïve, hold on to naivety.
If you really want to change something, you’ve got to believe.
But instead I see you there, so fine without a care.
You’re never going to change nothing a blank television stare
This might actually be the oldest piece I've been able to find
Daniel Mashburn
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Daniel Mashburn  28/M/Cumming, GA
(28/M/Cumming, GA)   
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