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my lifestyle is dead style out of my head style every day's the wrong side of the bed style I'm living so lifeless like painted-on eyelids my life's only priceless because there's no price list not blind but I'm sightless no wings so I'm flightless no things to take sight of and fly for or ride for or die for or try for or lie for or strive for or cry for or smile for or open my eyes for making steps is unwise like Gandalf's demise wiping dust from my eyes, I set sight on the skies still can't see so surmise it's my final sunrise a well of wet decisions doesn't ever run dry
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
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my lifestyle is dead style out of my head style every day's the wrong side of the bed style I'm living so lifeless like painted-on eyelids my life's only priceless because there's no price list not blind but I'm sightless no wings so I'm flightless no things to take sight of and fly for or ride for or die for or try for or lie for or strive for or cry for or smile for or open my eyes for making steps is unwise like Gandalf's demise wiping dust from my eyes, I set sight on the skies still can't see so surmise it's my final sunrise a well of wet decisions doesn't ever run dry
a wet decision like when you're drunk or otherwise inebriated ;)
rizmack
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
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