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Thoughts swirling through heads An ignored and scorned collection of all life’s thorns Behind doors- we live lives of seclusive depression Questioning the lives lived, the lucid lunacy in session A surge of motivation to achieve the pipe dreams Sown from the art works of others- the inner child screams We can’t achieve. He’s locked inside a cage of fool’s gold I suppose he’d **** the warden if we weren’t our own foes. We were told he’d come out but we’ve grown too old The jail is locked the key was sold I turned in it for green but as I flipped through the folds No happiness was revealed just the cost of my soul
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
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Thoughts swirling through heads An ignored and scorned collection of all life’s thorns Behind doors- we live lives of seclusive depression Questioning the lives lived, the lucid lunacy in session A surge of motivation to achieve the pipe dreams Sown from the art works of others- the inner child screams We can’t achieve. He’s locked inside a cage of fool’s gold I suppose he’d **** the warden if we weren’t our own foes. We were told he’d come out but we’ve grown too old The jail is locked the key was sold I turned in it for green but as I flipped through the folds No happiness was revealed just the cost of my soul
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Cleveland
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
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