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You're risking naught, an annihilation of worth Wasting and encouraging moments to rot. Decay. Values friendship Twisted morals dipped in deceit. Not satisfied with boundaries Chasing infected affection swirling in the smooth crevasses of backwash around emptied wine bottles Impressionable, emitting the most tenacious of the F word Fake Fake and Selfish It isn't narcissism when you drown yourself in the pits No permission, no inhibition As lazy as the Greeks who never made a move to climb the mountaintop and defy their Gods face to face Dependent and ******* support from Clans because you're terrified of this world At least I"m honest with my decanter of harming thoughts. obsessed and overbearing, flesh crawling use my being as subject matter and mold it into paperdoll play toys like gold eye-liner its a party trick seek solice when grimacing down a bottle of brew bumpers in the bowling alley a Life Alert sort of living You claim to haven no fear but I see your throat clench start living admit the defeat a proud coward lilly livered, yellow belly shift shift between a fable and nerve
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
Safety Dance
You're risking naught, an annihilation of worth Wasting and encouraging moments to rot. Decay. Values friendship Twisted morals dipped in deceit. Not satisfied with boundaries Chasing infected affection swirling in the smooth crevasses of backwash around emptied wine bottles Impressionable, emitting the most tenacious of the F word Fake Fake and Selfish It isn't narcissism when you drown yourself in the pits No permission, no inhibition As lazy as the Greeks who never made a move to climb the mountaintop and defy their Gods face to face Dependent and ******* support from Clans because you're terrified of this world At least I"m honest with my decanter of harming thoughts. obsessed and overbearing, flesh crawling use my being as subject matter and mold it into paperdoll play toys like gold eye-liner its a party trick seek solice when grimacing down a bottle of brew bumpers in the bowling alley a Life Alert sort of living You claim to haven no fear but I see your throat clench start living admit the defeat a proud coward lilly livered, yellow belly shift shift between a fable and nerve
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b-beckwith
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
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