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leaving attitudes in the same pocket as ambition where the loneliest secrets want to be free for a change it's when the calls stop coming when the drive ceases to exist and all that's left is the same regret which lingered in a few dreams and promised never to come alive the communication (or lack thereof) wisdom carried from the greatest generation to empathize with today's struggle: getting the job getting the girl finding a home to fill with love to be labeled as lazy or unwilling to commit it's easy to brush off unidentified trouble basking in welcomed fear searching the crevices of hands for answers which don't exist if you can't follow the trajectory so tempted to change to “won't” when the future is always several steps ahead and knees have fallen to the ground either to pray or to plead anger to a silent God or shouting to a quiet self unsure how to respond how to take this further when life threatens to suffer to **** starry eyes and stop ample arms whispers disguised as screams looking to cast the pointed finger when the easy excuses forever turn their backs in shame
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
twentysomething
leaving attitudes in the same pocket as ambition where the loneliest secrets want to be free for a change it's when the calls stop coming when the drive ceases to exist and all that's left is the same regret which lingered in a few dreams and promised never to come alive the communication (or lack thereof) wisdom carried from the greatest generation to empathize with today's struggle: getting the job getting the girl finding a home to fill with love to be labeled as lazy or unwilling to commit it's easy to brush off unidentified trouble basking in welcomed fear searching the crevices of hands for answers which don't exist if you can't follow the trajectory so tempted to change to “won't” when the future is always several steps ahead and knees have fallen to the ground either to pray or to plead anger to a silent God or shouting to a quiet self unsure how to respond how to take this further when life threatens to suffer to **** starry eyes and stop ample arms whispers disguised as screams looking to cast the pointed finger when the easy excuses forever turn their backs in shame
james-leggett
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
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