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It's today again and where have I been Out searching for tomorrow I'd give up on my quest for gold But I beg to be spared such sorrow... What was the price Of all the life I sacrificed All the love I compromised I am the one who never lied... Tomorrows run away From every new day Living come outside to play Neurotoxins transmit messages in my brain Depression from which I cannot refrain Yet somehow I remain quite sane Out here caught in this pouring rain... I dreamt about a desire so deep I cried So beautiful and unattainable yet still I tried I tried to hold on as long as I could My words are so often misunderstood... I look at my wrist, I have no scars Never felt the need to crash my car Or burn in hell before my time Self-mutilation is not my crime... Yet my moment of satisfaction subjective Blackened by what I was formed to believe Unable to meditate, I can only dream My mind is a vacuum to the extreme...
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
EXTREME VACUUM
It's today again and where have I been Out searching for tomorrow I'd give up on my quest for gold But I beg to be spared such sorrow... What was the price Of all the life I sacrificed All the love I compromised I am the one who never lied... Tomorrows run away From every new day Living come outside to play Neurotoxins transmit messages in my brain Depression from which I cannot refrain Yet somehow I remain quite sane Out here caught in this pouring rain... I dreamt about a desire so deep I cried So beautiful and unattainable yet still I tried I tried to hold on as long as I could My words are so often misunderstood... I look at my wrist, I have no scars Never felt the need to crash my car Or burn in hell before my time Self-mutilation is not my crime... Yet my moment of satisfaction subjective Blackened by what I was formed to believe Unable to meditate, I can only dream My mind is a vacuum to the extreme...
from the dust...we were formed How convenient a scapegoat to blame for personal faults. Or perhaps we are a product of all are own unique experiences...
TravelerTim
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TravelerTim
63/M/Armenian
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
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