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Empty conversations are what my life consists of bleak and meaningless exchanges right only in the sense of what my actions have caused I do not blame him for the most part I would weave threads of "logic" complacency by nodding my head and saying what was expected Still do How was he supposed to know all those years ago That when i told him i heard voices It wasn't a lie How does he know i want to die I have always been a great story teller My Creations were creative and realistic always believable I thought i was weaving s safety net As it turns out i was only building a dam A leaky one at that Constructed not to keep things out as i originally surmised but to keep all that **** in Black light as i see it and as i mean it Is one just as convoluted as yourself It doesn't bring anything from darkness it only reveals silhouettes And blends the rest together ... I have no idea what im getting at
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
Black light
Empty conversations are what my life consists of bleak and meaningless exchanges right only in the sense of what my actions have caused I do not blame him for the most part I would weave threads of "logic" complacency by nodding my head and saying what was expected Still do How was he supposed to know all those years ago That when i told him i heard voices It wasn't a lie How does he know i want to die I have always been a great story teller My Creations were creative and realistic always believable I thought i was weaving s safety net As it turns out i was only building a dam A leaky one at that Constructed not to keep things out as i originally surmised but to keep all that **** in Black light as i see it and as i mean it Is one just as convoluted as yourself It doesn't bring anything from darkness it only reveals silhouettes And blends the rest together ... I have no idea what im getting at
lordoffire
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
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