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Now I walk almost with ease through these nightly rituals Disconnecting as much as I can from this frenzically speeding mind Always the same. Monotonously I wade through the murky waters of this devilish playground Just enough energy to swim to the top now and again to gasp for air Their seas of haunting chants is suffocating Always deceitfully encouraging me into states of panic and despair Always the same. I have danced this dance many times before Yet their persistancy makes it feel infinitely longer My body aches from their puppet strings, holding me up before slumber And my thoughts are disheveled from their constant trespassing. But look here in my mind, that despite inconveniences still prospers, unstoppable. Their manipulation, you see, although practiced in the mind, only hinders my brain and body And is shrugged off every day as I wake from sleep, No, no, it is not the same.
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
A Well Practiced Dance
Now I walk almost with ease through these nightly rituals Disconnecting as much as I can from this frenzically speeding mind Always the same. Monotonously I wade through the murky waters of this devilish playground Just enough energy to swim to the top now and again to gasp for air Their seas of haunting chants is suffocating Always deceitfully encouraging me into states of panic and despair Always the same. I have danced this dance many times before Yet their persistancy makes it feel infinitely longer My body aches from their puppet strings, holding me up before slumber And my thoughts are disheveled from their constant trespassing. But look here in my mind, that despite inconveniences still prospers, unstoppable. Their manipulation, you see, although practiced in the mind, only hinders my brain and body And is shrugged off every day as I wake from sleep, No, no, it is not the same.
alice-burns
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
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