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I can’t see their anger. I can’t taste their rottenness. I can’t smell their stench. I can’t hear their screams. I can’t feel their stones. I’ve grown cold of this world. Shutting out all the lunacy by looking into myself. And I’m content, calm, ready. They can’t scare me anymore. I’ve sent my fears to the gallows.
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
To the Gallows
I can’t see their anger. I can’t taste their rottenness. I can’t smell their stench. I can’t hear their screams. I can’t feel their stones. I’ve grown cold of this world. Shutting out all the lunacy by looking into myself. And I’m content, calm, ready. They can’t scare me anymore. I’ve sent my fears to the gallows.
Find the truth inside yourself.
#ignore#lunacy#fear#find#truth
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OpenWorldView
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
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