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So many times before I sat there watching Waiting, vegetating, it's so aggravating, Waiting for this hell to freeze over. I am in an ice box, I guess that's good as long As it's inside a place I live, because then at least I get to pace around or dream as is. You sit there patting me on the head like I'm a stupid dog, *"There there, you'll get over your dreams. We all had to At one point."* I'm supposed to just sit here and feel golden, This my darkest hour, the only thing I have left is that I'm here where I can be a "pretty flower," but still I feel I have no future with all of my dreams stolen. I would give anything but to feel the fires of youth and life, Now I get to be whatever else and poor as I am "free." One man's trash is another man's treasure, indeed...
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
A Flawless Misery (And Dead Dreams)
So many times before I sat there watching Waiting, vegetating, it's so aggravating, Waiting for this hell to freeze over. I am in an ice box, I guess that's good as long As it's inside a place I live, because then at least I get to pace around or dream as is. You sit there patting me on the head like I'm a stupid dog, *"There there, you'll get over your dreams. We all had to At one point."* I'm supposed to just sit here and feel golden, This my darkest hour, the only thing I have left is that I'm here where I can be a "pretty flower," but still I feel I have no future with all of my dreams stolen. I would give anything but to feel the fires of youth and life, Now I get to be whatever else and poor as I am "free." One man's trash is another man's treasure, indeed...
alan-s-bailey
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
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