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Safe and sound, boundless and ageless Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless. Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own? Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found. It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive To manage To Cry It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive To Crave To desire. In consequence, how the story eventually ends Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges. Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish. Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own. It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive To manage To Cry It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive To Crave To desire. It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive To manage To Cry It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive To Crave To desire. You’ll manage though you’ll cry You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
Life
Safe and sound, boundless and ageless Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless. Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own? Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found. It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive To manage To Cry It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive To Crave To desire. In consequence, how the story eventually ends Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges. Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish. Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own. It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive To manage To Cry It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive To Crave To desire. It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive To manage To Cry It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive To Crave To desire. You’ll manage though you’ll cry You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
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