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I hold love and yet I repel love I hold pain and yet I am numb to pain I can stand time And yet... I cannot seem to stand Time... Time is but a commodity And yet I still feel at loss Pushing forward against the axis of time Pain equaling the progression of time So that my pain never decreases and suffers At a gradient of forced positivity Or is it really forced? To live in a state of both pain and positivity? Is it really forced? To fear death and yet also infinity Is it really forced? When you can see all that which surrounds you As if blessings hide and yet are plain to sight But to live through that all brings about confusion You continue to move forward without falter and yet You find yourself in seclusion Not wanting to be found and yet Seeking warmth til delusion Finding comfort in the painful cold And yet begging for the warmth of a human. Time is but a commodity, And yet man cannot compare, They fall weak to its clutches, And lose to despair. Take a hint and do not try to live in seclusion Because one can only take so much pain.
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
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I hold love and yet I repel love I hold pain and yet I am numb to pain I can stand time And yet... I cannot seem to stand Time... Time is but a commodity And yet I still feel at loss Pushing forward against the axis of time Pain equaling the progression of time So that my pain never decreases and suffers At a gradient of forced positivity Or is it really forced? To live in a state of both pain and positivity? Is it really forced? To fear death and yet also infinity Is it really forced? When you can see all that which surrounds you As if blessings hide and yet are plain to sight But to live through that all brings about confusion You continue to move forward without falter and yet You find yourself in seclusion Not wanting to be found and yet Seeking warmth til delusion Finding comfort in the painful cold And yet begging for the warmth of a human. Time is but a commodity, And yet man cannot compare, They fall weak to its clutches, And lose to despair. Take a hint and do not try to live in seclusion Because one can only take so much pain.
Yanamari
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
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