I’ve stopped trying to please the people I cannot please
And in exchange I find myself looking to please me
I’ve stopped trying to find goals and achieve expensive pieces of paper
Cause I’m the end we are going to the same place proper.
Heaven or hell in dirt encrested ground
Embalmed or silent ash making microbial sounds
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
I’ve stopped trying to please the people I cannot please
And in exchange I find myself looking to please me
I’ve stopped trying to find goals and achieve expensive pieces of paper
Cause I’m the end we are going to the same place proper.
Heaven or hell in dirt encrested ground
Embalmed or silent ash making microbial sounds
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