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Shedding skin, I am choking in myself And drowning in the sea of on-lookers, watchers. Twisting and bending Just trying to escape, i'm still trapped And they're closing in on me Vunerable and small. I shrink into a microscopic thing A bug, dust, a thing. I shrink in my fear But they're still closing So I grow. Enormous Bigger, bigger Towering over the crowd From faux confidence I stumbled on the spinning world Fell and crushed them all.
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May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 4:28 AM UTC
All the watchers are dead.
Shedding skin, I am choking in myself And drowning in the sea of on-lookers, watchers. Twisting and bending Just trying to escape, i'm still trapped And they're closing in on me Vunerable and small. I shrink into a microscopic thing A bug, dust, a thing. I shrink in my fear But they're still closing So I grow. Enormous Bigger, bigger Towering over the crowd From faux confidence I stumbled on the spinning world Fell and crushed them all.
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May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 4:28 AM UTC
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