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These mental movies playing in subdued technicolor; An entrapment that seduces my entire consciousness like a glimmering silverware under the sun. It has kept me enthralled, convinced me to strip myself out of my worn out realism, Then lead me through a journey that is neither truth nor a dream. These constructed storylines which overpower my will to resist, Leaving me no choice but to surrender upon its bittersweet, artificial melody. How tempting and dangerously self-depreciating it is to let myself be consumed by an illusion's thorn-filled embrace, Emphasizing in persistent bold letters the cruel honesty that it projects.
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
Silent Films
These mental movies playing in subdued technicolor; An entrapment that seduces my entire consciousness like a glimmering silverware under the sun. It has kept me enthralled, convinced me to strip myself out of my worn out realism, Then lead me through a journey that is neither truth nor a dream. These constructed storylines which overpower my will to resist, Leaving me no choice but to surrender upon its bittersweet, artificial melody. How tempting and dangerously self-depreciating it is to let myself be consumed by an illusion's thorn-filled embrace, Emphasizing in persistent bold letters the cruel honesty that it projects.
leah-anne
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
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