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People are essentially cowards. Push them to their apathetic limits, Through the ‘meh’ an’ sighs, To the over-exaggerations, Do it not for dramatic effect, Polite nods, scattered sarcasm, False recognition, Luke warm, Greetings! Trust me, Believe in me, I could be… These internalisations of thought, Of what, whit, all I have, Are without sponsored hope, As we are exposed to the unknown, Take it easy on the way down, To the ladder’s first step, You’ll bow to the friend, Who at first you skipped.
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
Sleeping on the ground is for Bums
People are essentially cowards. Push them to their apathetic limits, Through the ‘meh’ an’ sighs, To the over-exaggerations, Do it not for dramatic effect, Polite nods, scattered sarcasm, False recognition, Luke warm, Greetings! Trust me, Believe in me, I could be… These internalisations of thought, Of what, whit, all I have, Are without sponsored hope, As we are exposed to the unknown, Take it easy on the way down, To the ladder’s first step, You’ll bow to the friend, Who at first you skipped.
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
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