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I throw comments to the wind Ignorance keeps them afloat I no longer take to heart ******** gliding from your throat Your words grow weak They wear thin Confidence becoming strong Don the realization that Your home is where we don't belong Insults get scattered like leaves Falling from bare branches Thoughts flow from your mind Never-ending negative avalanches Ashes I have been buried under Remains of each mistake Not charred hiding places but a jail Out which I must break Gotta keep from accumulating Passive movements difficult to avoid Hit walls hardest speeding fast Crash like earthbound asteroids It's great you are switching directions Patterns easy to accurately predict Mild Temperate Always fair-weathered Around us come unhitched You loved us once.. Has that gone? Distracted by vultures' dying food Rumors Carcasses of gossip they feed on Believing tails they allude We are doing good We are just fine Have a job and a roof overhead Everybody underestimates what we can do By 30 we'll probably be dead I anticipated this thoughts arrival It still doesn't feel quite real Stuff packed in bags and boxes Across the porch surreal We'll take pride and possessions Say farewell spread with awkward "ums" Mumbling how one day soon We will spend some time that never comes
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Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 4:22 AM UTC
Pride And Possessions
I throw comments to the wind Ignorance keeps them afloat I no longer take to heart ******** gliding from your throat Your words grow weak They wear thin Confidence becoming strong Don the realization that Your home is where we don't belong Insults get scattered like leaves Falling from bare branches Thoughts flow from your mind Never-ending negative avalanches Ashes I have been buried under Remains of each mistake Not charred hiding places but a jail Out which I must break Gotta keep from accumulating Passive movements difficult to avoid Hit walls hardest speeding fast Crash like earthbound asteroids It's great you are switching directions Patterns easy to accurately predict Mild Temperate Always fair-weathered Around us come unhitched You loved us once.. Has that gone? Distracted by vultures' dying food Rumors Carcasses of gossip they feed on Believing tails they allude We are doing good We are just fine Have a job and a roof overhead Everybody underestimates what we can do By 30 we'll probably be dead I anticipated this thoughts arrival It still doesn't feel quite real Stuff packed in bags and boxes Across the porch surreal We'll take pride and possessions Say farewell spread with awkward "ums" Mumbling how one day soon We will spend some time that never comes
AmandaKayBurke
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30/F/Alaska
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 4:22 AM UTC
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