Our personal tragedy must fit our personalities
Ripped in two
or smashed to pieces
destroyed all the same
She committed suicide
or left me for another man
she left me all the same
He didn't make it first
or murdered before the finish line
regardless, he failed in rage
I lost him to the sea
I lost him to cancer
loss as the answer
will an increase in self-awareness
cause bliss or the enemy of it
a myriad of pathways to the same place
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Does it matter what color and form pain takes?
Would you prefer strawberry
or vanilla flavor
****** up?
No, we don't make our syrups here
And one last thing,
would you like fries with that?
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
Our personal tragedy must fit our personalities
Ripped in two
or smashed to pieces
destroyed all the same
She committed suicide
or left me for another man
she left me all the same
He didn't make it first
or murdered before the finish line
regardless, he failed in rage
I lost him to the sea
I lost him to cancer
loss as the answer
will an increase in self-awareness
cause bliss or the enemy of it
a myriad of pathways to the same place
-----------------------
Does it matter what color and form pain takes?
Would you prefer strawberry
or vanilla flavor
****** up?
No, we don't make our syrups here
And one last thing,
would you like fries with that?
Thoughts on american culture and how there are so many ways to experience essentially the same feeling.
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