Here I am devoid of trauma
Waiting for it
All my troubles
The smallest part of anthing
That is real
The things that I let
Hold me from the strain
Would hold water
But not hearty broth
We are afroth
With simplistic hinderence
We are alive
Cultivating anger, passion
From small discrepancies
In our superiority
This word and not that
Ascribing universal truth
From a devided
One planet species
Thinking true and high
But still arguing
As if the two were
simultaneously possible.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
Here I am devoid of trauma
Waiting for it
All my troubles
The smallest part of anthing
That is real
The things that I let
Hold me from the strain
Would hold water
But not hearty broth
We are afroth
With simplistic hinderence
We are alive
Cultivating anger, passion
From small discrepancies
In our superiority
This word and not that
Ascribing universal truth
From a devided
One planet species
Thinking true and high
But still arguing
As if the two were
simultaneously possible.
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