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Lost gambles and big bucks, Bets placed on memories, Like lottery tickets thrown out after a few blocks missed off from the fortune of a century. Drunken and disorderly, I find myself intoxicated by the hypocrisy, Droning past the symphonies of biographies, Settling into the sensation of monotony. I allow myself to feel the indecency, Encompassing the facetious and malicious connotation of idiocy, Words I lay in front of me like land mines, No trip just pressure and even the slightest bit allows a flurry of verbs and nouns not known to the religious or the sacred. Bottles downed in one sitting, Every desperate attempt to hide from those memories, Mulling in me like a novel with copies, Each sip takes another one from me, I relish in the idea of absolute silence from those hurting me. Now they have a name, I remember less and less each morning, But every sunrise comes with their birth given right in the forefront of my memories, So I drink a little more, One day, Someday, I won't remember anything.
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Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
Lost Memories
Lost gambles and big bucks, Bets placed on memories, Like lottery tickets thrown out after a few blocks missed off from the fortune of a century. Drunken and disorderly, I find myself intoxicated by the hypocrisy, Droning past the symphonies of biographies, Settling into the sensation of monotony. I allow myself to feel the indecency, Encompassing the facetious and malicious connotation of idiocy, Words I lay in front of me like land mines, No trip just pressure and even the slightest bit allows a flurry of verbs and nouns not known to the religious or the sacred. Bottles downed in one sitting, Every desperate attempt to hide from those memories, Mulling in me like a novel with copies, Each sip takes another one from me, I relish in the idea of absolute silence from those hurting me. Now they have a name, I remember less and less each morning, But every sunrise comes with their birth given right in the forefront of my memories, So I drink a little more, One day, Someday, I won't remember anything.
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Connorcoffeyy
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
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