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i am an oxymoron i can’t breathe in this life that i’m living but i still smoke cigarettes they are the only thing that brings something barely mimicking calm to my body i am an oxymoron i am exhausted but i can’t sleep for pain and nightmares are my constant companions in the dark i stare at the stars drawing my own constellations within their brightness finding shapes and solace among the old light i am an oxymoron i have been whittled down to nothing more than lean muscle and bone still i can’t eat food isn’t tolerated by my body i eat words for breakfast instead and spit them back up roped together in patterns that are my own sustaining i am an oxymoron i am bursting with words but what i say and what others hear are nowhere near the same thing i am a ghost walking among the living misunderstood and set aside no one understands my verbal gifts offered up so i shut my mouth and instead swallow down everything i am i am an oxymoron i have passed from the world in which i belong into a world where everything looks real but nothing is as it seems alice lost without her wonderland i am alone among the masses i have become the mad hatter i am an oxymoron
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
oxymoron
i am an oxymoron i can’t breathe in this life that i’m living but i still smoke cigarettes they are the only thing that brings something barely mimicking calm to my body i am an oxymoron i am exhausted but i can’t sleep for pain and nightmares are my constant companions in the dark i stare at the stars drawing my own constellations within their brightness finding shapes and solace among the old light i am an oxymoron i have been whittled down to nothing more than lean muscle and bone still i can’t eat food isn’t tolerated by my body i eat words for breakfast instead and spit them back up roped together in patterns that are my own sustaining i am an oxymoron i am bursting with words but what i say and what others hear are nowhere near the same thing i am a ghost walking among the living misunderstood and set aside no one understands my verbal gifts offered up so i shut my mouth and instead swallow down everything i am i am an oxymoron i have passed from the world in which i belong into a world where everything looks real but nothing is as it seems alice lost without her wonderland i am alone among the masses i have become the mad hatter i am an oxymoron
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 6:57 PM UTC
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