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Hypothetically speaking, If I were to narrate my dreams prophetically, It seems: I do not belong, I am wrong, and wanted gone. But with my proper knowledge, And feeling of my subconscious slipping unconscious; I say to myself; you belong, your dreams are wrong, But are they? Realistically speaking, I see I lack potentially having potential that would or could ever be more then potential. So maybe I don't belong, Maybe my subconscious wishes nothing more But to awake me into the realization of this false reality my cage dwells in, fears in. I thank god for this to be only my temporary shell. A temporary Cell.
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Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 2:07 PM UTC
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Hypothetically speaking, If I were to narrate my dreams prophetically, It seems: I do not belong, I am wrong, and wanted gone. But with my proper knowledge, And feeling of my subconscious slipping unconscious; I say to myself; you belong, your dreams are wrong, But are they? Realistically speaking, I see I lack potentially having potential that would or could ever be more then potential. So maybe I don't belong, Maybe my subconscious wishes nothing more But to awake me into the realization of this false reality my cage dwells in, fears in. I thank god for this to be only my temporary shell. A temporary Cell.
i wrote this in 2009
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kyle-bush
English
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 2:07 PM UTC
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