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My head is a warzone in itself. Sometimes there's no victors. Sometimes there is. I hate to convince myself that i must confide A amoeba that's restricting me so i can abide There's no true purpose in where i hide And taking unnecessary sides I just want something tasty on my side Nothing too dazzling But that's exactly how i describe myself And i want to run it away Not so it can come back another day I tend to be vociferous And it irritates me Why can i have a mind that entices the thought and not berate it? I feel disjointed, jaded Far from elated Somehow my reinforcements become instant vaporization Nothing adds up to a stimulation What was i put here for? To quarrel, to entrench myself with misery? I need something to distract Keep me in humble tact Busy As a bee But i don't want to sting Or the frivolous bling Why can't i figure it out? Nobody can for me As easy as that pleases the ear I must adhere To my own belligerent madness And find some sanity in it It's a unembellishing feeling.
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
In Itself
My head is a warzone in itself. Sometimes there's no victors. Sometimes there is. I hate to convince myself that i must confide A amoeba that's restricting me so i can abide There's no true purpose in where i hide And taking unnecessary sides I just want something tasty on my side Nothing too dazzling But that's exactly how i describe myself And i want to run it away Not so it can come back another day I tend to be vociferous And it irritates me Why can i have a mind that entices the thought and not berate it? I feel disjointed, jaded Far from elated Somehow my reinforcements become instant vaporization Nothing adds up to a stimulation What was i put here for? To quarrel, to entrench myself with misery? I need something to distract Keep me in humble tact Busy As a bee But i don't want to sting Or the frivolous bling Why can't i figure it out? Nobody can for me As easy as that pleases the ear I must adhere To my own belligerent madness And find some sanity in it It's a unembellishing feeling.
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
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